My Precious Portrait

I cried for confinement
In my mothers' womb,
To be unseen
And untouched
By the enemy of God,
I lingered to shut my eyelids,
Until
I heard the humming of my mother,
She embraced me with a pleasant scent
That can only be created
By love,
And care.
She held onto me, every night with affection
As I cried
Craving for her attention,
Yearning for her touch,
And longing to be nourished.
We cherished one and another
Through cries
And sleepless hours of darkness.
I'd smile
With gleaming eyes
As I hear
Her footsteps
Coming to safe me
From unfamiliar world.
She was my teacher,
And coach
In life,
She gave me strength
When I was weak
To live endlessly
In a finite world,
She'd wiped my tears,
And gave me confidence.
She made me,
Strong and brave,
Through her story,
Struggle for survival,
Only to survive
For me,
She dodged death,
And escaped
Mysterious enemies,
Forever indebted,
After God it is she I live to serve.