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The Most Important Woman

Late night crying, no time for you Babies sleeping "cannot move". Stepping on Legos and watching cartoons, It all becomes worth it when they look at you. Hair pulling, diapers, dark circles, and weight gain Thinking was this worth the pushing and pain? Then you look down and see the most beautiful eyes Whether adopted, planned or a total suprise. You're a mother, a hero, that child's first love And that's your gift from God sent down from above. From the "don't you move!", time outs, screaming and snot Wash your hair, brush your teeth, bed time Weak you are NOT. There's no greater fear than that look from your mother, But there's no greater love you could feel from another. She's your biggest cheerleader, Your best source of advice, Life may be hard But her hugs are concise She gave up her freedom, her body, her life Just to pick you up from school when you get in a fight She wipes your mouth, your tears and your blood, She comforts your heart when it breaks from love. She would die for you and protect you from harm, She would cry more than you if you broke your arm. But you take her for granted you don't listen and suffer But there's no greater love you could feel from another You sit and complain that she doesn't understand But the single mother does her best to raise a boy into a man. And when your 15 and pregnant and she yells and cries It's because she feels like a failure for YOUR poor choice in life. When you yell in her face because you can't go to the mall, She's still waiting tables to pay for it all. Is it worth it that day that you tried to sneak out, And she stayed up all night while you were wandering about? She drove for hours thinking you were dead, She couldn't stop the fears going through her head. We're all so selfish when it comes to our mother, Remember there's no greater love from another She gave you her effort, her trust and her love And one day you won't see her she'll be up above. You'll wish she was there to yell all 3 names And be late picking you up from your soccer games Someday she'll be gone so give her a hug Tomorrow she may not be there to bug

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 10/7/2015 4:13:00 AM
You included so many realities in your enjoyable rhymes. When they look at you ... oh, yes. That is just one line that really hit me. I love your poem very much, from start to finish, it hit home in a very personal way. I'm going to put it in my favorites. I assume you are a Mom? I think you would enjoy 2 of mine: (1) Death Not My Child and (2) Impossible. Great write, Desiree ... CayCay
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Date: 10/7/2015 12:56:00 PM
No, I'm not a mom. But I have a very close relationship with mine :)

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