One Brick, Two Bricks

“Maternity knows best,” as the phrase goes.

She sits, mind registering images of the unknown tomorrow.

It fascinates her,

But sometimes question her own rationale.

One brick is set, cemented to the ground,

She ignores the passive-aggression.

A scalding, crimson rage roars in response,

Attempting to set the brick ablaze;

Alas, no consequence —

She stands resolved.

Her arguments retort his, the cement remains unmelted.

Silently, and with pacified emotion, the fire is extinguished.

Though belief may be contested,

The resilience and solid nature of her brick is admirable.

Remaining true to herself, she stands, rigid with free-thought.

Brick two is planted.

It is, after all, necessary to add support to the structure.

The structure of nurturing, care, provided education, and love.

Without it, the building crumbles into oblivion;

Henceforth, it is here, the most precious trait is formed,

Glistening in dimensional warmth —

The pearl of great price.