I Wonder About A Mother's Delivery

When a woman delivers a baby and is transformed into a mother
She has also created grandparents, aunts and uncles, sisters and brothers.

I wonder if she realizes all the joy she brings to this world
By the new lives she’s created with the new life she’s unfurled.

I Wonder How To Define A Mother

I wonder how to define a mother...for how do we construe
They myriad of things she does and all she’s yet to do.

With so many tasks, so many jobs our families now assign her
There aren’t enough words in the dictionary to accurately define her.

I Wonder About A Mother's Hands

I wonder about a mother’s hands for they know instantly
When we need a tender touch...or when they need to let us be...

They hold us, hug us, feed us and help to guide us through...
Which makes a person wonder...is there nothing they can’t do?

I Wonder About Mothers

I wonder about mothers and I’m sure most would agree
Mothers are essential...they give birth to our destiny.

Men, look what we’ve done to our planet, so now, for what’s it worth
I think it’s time we step aside...and let mother’s rule the Earth.

I Wonder About Love

I wonder about love...how she’s invisible like the wind
Yet when you feel her brush against your heart you know where she has been.

She can be forever...or evanescent...and no one can ever own her.
Which makes those of us who have felt her touch...lucky to have known her.

I Wonder About My Hand

I wonder about my hand...how it’s made to fit into another.
I wonder if it’s trying to tell me...she’s my sister...he’s my brother

I wonder if’s trying to show me the best way to make our Earth...one land
Would be to intertwine our fingers and walk together...hand in hand.

I wonder about running naked on the beach

I wonder who to talk to, who to call or who to reach
To find out what’s the cut off age for walking naked on the beach.

Babies are allowed to toddle, their nakedness uncontested
But when I try it...people scream...and I quickly am arrested.