What Is A Mother

She holds in her arms her newly-born child,
Forgetting the hours of pain;
Just like the moment the sun shows its face
No matter how hard was the rain.
Someone who wants to give in and give hugs
When faces are long and withdrawn:
She must appear firm though she's melting inside
With love for the child that she's borne
Someone whose feelings of guilt are a mountain
With standards too high to attain.
It seems that at times the trying's too hard
And all of her efforts in vain.
Sometimes it's harder than words can explain,
Rewarding though children can be;
But ....... after all my own doubts and fears
I know that a mother is ....... me.