“You can’t always hit it out of the ballpark”, he said.

“Yes”, she replied, “And…

A mother loves each
and every child
with all her heart.”

Each new effort
every creation
sparked by the Muse
expanded from the ethers
a new child
lovingly brought forth

Perhaps each delicate blossom
bears not full grown fruit
yet the beauty
of the shrunken petal
yearns for appreciation
for its flowering
and its shrinking