Just a Mom

When your kids are grown your just a mom, They call you to be their calm. You’re not allowed to have advice, Unless it’s about how to remove mice. A friend sometimes you just want to be, But as for feelings of the heart, you are only to agree. The ache of them being no more a child, With the tears of the past, you are allowed only a smile. And with great satisfaction, That you raised them right, and they get nothing more than an infraction. Into pieces your heart breaks, As tears fall into your morning cornflakes. And you spend your day listening for a phone call, That slowly fades into a night of listening to the sad and lonely rainfall. © Deborah Seale Schnadelbach 2023