Motherache

When I watch her
up on stage
in her long black dress
playing beautiful music
on her violin
my heart swells
with pride and awe
and then from the shadows
the longing hits
the aching desire
to share this moment
with her first mother
to let this nameless
faceless woman know
that her baby is
safe and strong
with music in her soul
to sit together as mothers
hand in hand
watching and listening
and whispering
Look at our girl,
isn't she amazing?