Drunk on Mamahood

Want to bottle this feeling, burn it into my skin, inhale it into my being
- my son's love for me.

Want to cuddle him close, his head tucked under my chin
- no one can hurt him.

Want to watch him run fast and free, almost tripping over his feet
- revelling in his joy.

Want to show him everything, follow each curiosity
- sharing his discoveries.

Want to sneak into his room at night, watch him breathe
- envying his peace.

Want to climb to the rooftop of my building and scream for all to hear
- I am mamma, hear me roar!