A “new” mother smiles upon her tiny child
As she rocks him in her arms.

A “not-so-new” mother rubs her son’s hair
After receiving an A+ report card.

An “old” mother hugs her grown-up daughter
As she watches her grandchildren.

And another mother strews flowers
Upon the grave of her grandmother.

A new generation of loving mothers

(All right, this piece is really long, but it's partly because of the very quickly-flowing way it's written, with often only one word to a line. So please don't be intimidated by its length and give up on it...)

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The song of the birds
she’s trying to pray
silently loving God
then the light
and the angel’s form becoming visible