How Could She?

Poem by Emma Davis, dedicated to her mother, me, Sanda Davis

How could she?
Staring at this picture I think about all the care that has gone into this life
Did she know?
Did the mother know who this child would become?
From the moment of conception to birth
one giant moment of anticipation
Did she only hope that one day her daughter would hold her just as close?
What a precious being,
So sensitive, never ready
Every life has its realities
Her daughter would tear,
Her flesh cry with blood
Her heart will pound for friends and lost relationships
Her daughter will know that she was special, different, unique
because her mother said so
(since no other mother would tell her daughter this?)
Holding her with love and protection
Believing that forever she could protect her innocent being
This child is myself,
This mother is my mother
The only person who has loved me for my entire life
The only person who has always been there
And she has done nothing but protect me
Every action had the heart of good intentions
And one day I will hold her with the same love
She was the first one who showed me what love is
She has constantly taught me how to love
And because of that I am able to offer myself, that love
To others in the care I bring.