carrying

Anxiety fills my heart.

Before I was a mother

little did I know about it.

Now, the joy and pain all mine,

to be carried with me

for the rest of my life.

Since though I no longer carry them

forever will they remain in me

and I will carry on

carrying

in my heart.

mind's pictures

Is there a greater pain 

than that of a mother

 

wishing all the good of the world 

for her child 

but fearing for the worst of worst

 

hoping to have the ability 

not to let the mind 

draw its obscure pictures 

but to stick to the facts.