Mother's Love and Father's Love

Round and round they were swimming
Making larger and larger ripples of water
As if for no reason but fun and play.

Watching them from the shore
As if of concern for their safety
And in preparation to jump in if needed,
Their mother seemed quiet and still
As if in deep reflection and meditation.

What will they be when they grow up?

Will they be as happy as they are now?
Will they be able to confront life's ups and downs
With courage and confidence
As I am still struggling to do?

Whatever will be will be

Que sera sera

She seemed to be singing to herself.

What a strange paradox! I thought.
Mother's love is so very Universal
And so very much a Natural Instinct
Being so very closely tied
To the intense reproductive
And progeny-protective urges
Of the female species in general.

The love of Fathers
On the other hand,
A uniquely human trait for the most part
Finds its expression in many a dimension
As the fathers learn to care and participate
Or choose not to do so.

In the upbringing of their offspring,

No wonder the wide diversity
Of Father's Love or its lack
Among Homo Sapiens.

P.S. Guess who the Mother and her siblings in 

this poem are. Ducks in a man-made lake.