*

how many times

have I tried to

describe the

feeling of

tenderness

arising in me

in a poem

.

as I walked the

garden at night

at dusk or through

cloudy days when

your little heads

are reclined all

closed down as

.

children asleep

.

the daisies would

not hear me

nearing them

a motherless

woman being

the greatest

mother of all

.