Motherhood

This to her was unknown...
That her love was pure.

This to her was unknown...
That the best was always yet to come.

This to her was unknown...
That she would become more
Than what she thought she could be.

This to her was unknown...
That the answer was always to lay deep wihin
And that the journey within...
Would always be equal to the journey without.

This to her was unknown...
That each - in their own special way
Would bring out the best in the other.

Time upon time... and with each generation
The unknown would become known.