mother, a cradle to hold me – maya angelou

It is true

I was created in you.

It is also true

That you were created for me.

I owned your voice

It was shaped and tuned to soothe me.

Your arms were molded

In a cradle to hold me, to rock me.

The scent of your body was the air

Perfumed for me to breathe.

Mother, During those early dearest days.

I did not dream that you had.

A large life which included me,

For I had a life

Which was only you.

(Maya Angelou)