It's the closed eyes that do it; that allow us to feel her bliss
As her child comes for a cuddle and gives her a great big kiss.
Haven't we all experienced it, that closed-eye bliss sensation,
When love for a little one quite transcends every other consideration?
Nature is very crafty, she makes motherhood so intense
That the love we feel overwhelms us, because it's so immense.
Be it Polar Bear or Person, the love is just the same.
We forget we're only players in Mother Nature's little game.
Without the maternal instinct the species would die out,
As helpless newborn creatures would expire, without a doubt.
But oh what pleasure it gives us! When one parenting is done
So many of us sigh and say 'Let's have another one!'
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