Do They Make Duct Tape For a Mother's Heart

Do they make duct tape for a mother's heart That breaks each time her child's emotions crash Like waves against a rocky cliff? A heart pitted by the tears shed When other kids fling arrows of venomous disdain. Can you glue a heart split open by Empathy for the offspring who has no date to prom, Never gets flowers on Valentine's and who, with all her heart, tries to make sure Her friends don't suffer the same fate? How much would it cost to replace a mother's heart Each time it was broken from the cries of pain On her children's lips, or the brave face they put on, When their souls have been crushed By another's rejection? For her, is the hope of relationship restored enough To shock a dying heart into beating hopefully For one more day? Can you regenerate a heart run dry From lack of trust and affection? Is it sensible that the resentful little creature Created from our DNA should also hold our fragile, Crumbly, feta cheese hearts In their little boisterous and unforgiving hands? And yet, given the choice, a mother says, "Pass the glue. Sign me up for a transplant. Because having children is what built my heart, What gave it life, why it beats." Do they make duct tape for a mother's heart? It doesn't matter, because holding the pieces together When everything is falling apart Is what mothers do best. Until the last beat, the last breath, The last thought of her children: The only pieces of her soul That are left behind when she is gone.