without repent

A Mother's Day poem, from the new podcast.

without repent

you held the child, without repent,
for all the emotions that you'd sent
to live within this newborn shell
to shelter him from time and, well,
from all those things you knew to fear.
in hope. in pain. in life. each tear.

becoming precious as the child you love grew
from birth to something you
could not control
but loved nonetheless, for in your soul
you knew
that this was of you
and true
to the charity of your heart
you loved
without question.
without repent.
as a mother should.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.