the lullaby

there is no
love
like a mother's
love for a child,
whether
young or old,
or about to be
born,
the lullaby
she sings
into the crib,
will never end.
the worry
and care will
never diminish.
it will never leave,
and yet deep
inside
each one of them,
are the unspoken
words,
what about me.