A Mother

How can a mother forget her child, the child who is conceived nine months in the womb the child that is cradled at daytime, night time until dawn? How can a mother forget her child? How can a mother forget her child the child who after the flow of months has learned to stand and run? How can a mother forget her child, the child whose mouth imitates her mother`s tongue, the child who after a year or two can say, 'Mama, I love you'? How can a mother forget her child, the child who is so dear in her own heart and mind, the child that reveals the mystery of creation, the beauty of growth and human interaction. the infinity of our own universe within its finite linear time?