Mother: Through her eyes — Summary

Through those eyes I can see places and years I've been through, my own life with its many shades, memories of smile and tears.

Within those little hands I can feel my own strength and weakness through many sleepless nights holding them next to mine

Heart to heart we have stayed Shared many secrets of the untold story Dreamt many dreams I dare to have Sang every song of heaven and earth

O and now you ask me darling How much I love you? You have listened to my beating heart, Pouring love to yours when you're in my womb, Spending all the strength for you to carry on.

O and now you ask me darling How much I love you? I can see me in you, because you are a part of me, a part of my heart and soul, with all the love of life could bear.

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Spoken by a mother to her child, the poem moves between memory and an answer to a question. In the opening stanzas she looks into her child's eyes and sees her own past reflected there. She holds the child's small hands and discovers her own strength and weakness, especially through sleepless nights. Closeness runs through these lines: sharing secrets, dreams and songs, "heart to heart."

Then the tone turns more direct. Twice the child asks, "How much I love you?", and the mother answers not with a number but with what she has already given. She mentions the child hearing her heartbeat in the womb and her spending all her strength so the child could "carry on." Her final answer is that she sees herself in her child, who is part of her heart and soul.

The mood is tender, warm and quietly proud. The language is simple and sincere, which suits a feeling that doesn't need decoration.

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