Your Mother

It is not biology that makes me your mother,
it is not the occupation you once had from within me.
It is not the milk you drink from my breast,
nor is it the cord that once tied us together.
It is not the features we share,
it is not the resemblance between us.
What makes me your mother is love.
It is the everlasting glow in my heart that whispers your name.
The connection between my soul and yours,
the recognition in our eyes.
My soul knows yours and yours knows mine.
When my eyes first met yours, I knew I was your mother.
I was made for you, and you were made for me.