THE DIFFERENCE

Written by: Astrid Ivy Gibbs

Being a mother was just not for me.
It was never a plan in my life of folly.

Plus, I didn't like my Mother at all.
She hurt me with words and made me feel small.

Being a Mother - meant yelling - and screaming!
For the poor child it meant constant redeeming.

That was the case in my household of bliss.
Tough love doesn't work when it's love that you miss.

Being a Mother, you know how babies are made.
My protection deceived me- when I got laid.

Oops, I was pregnant; Pro-life showed it's face.
I did the deed - and I rest my case.

Now he is six and sometimes it's so trying.
If I said it was easy for me - I'd be lying.

Yet, to my surprise; I have done better than her.
Using positive means, and not words of failure.

Being a Mother is easy to do.
Being a Mom; is the most treasured virtue.