Poem – Our Mother’s Heartbeat is Our First Language

 

Love has a structure and a flow,

A pattern that, we come to know,

It starts within the womb’s embrace,

It has our mother’s heartbeat as its base.

 

That pulse of life, that rhythmic sound,

Is the first language that we’ve found,

It teaches us the way to feel,

To express, to touch, and to heal.

 

As we grow up, we learn to see,

The patterns in love’s trajectory,

We learn how to make hearts flow in sync,

A dance that allows our souls to drink.

 

And as we move through life’s terrain,

We find that love is never in vain,

For with every form, and every hue,

There is a unique flow that feels true.

 

Like music, love can touch our soul,

And take us to a higher goal,

It moves us in a rhythmic way,

And helps us find new ways to say.

 

So cherish love in all its form,

For it’s a feeling that knows how to transform,

This way we can finally see and understand,

The patterns in life’s melodious band.

~Suzanne Wagner~