Mother Mine
I see you breathe,
I watch you cry,
I hear you laugh,
Your my mother, mother mine.
I lie,
We fight,
I break you down,
Stubborn but fierce,
An heir who's yet to bear your crown.
You're the voice in my head,
Telling me right from wrong,
The never ending conscience,
A repetitive song.
I see your mournful,
You're silent in days I've failed,
Your my mother; my heart's in anguish,
For your silence has ailed.
My actions and choices, equivocal to say,
That I'm doing my best to be more than I am,
The babe you named and here to stay,
I'll love you more with each passing day.
I am what I am,
A free spirit you bore,
The tiny thing you held,
I'm growing and still learning evermore.
Your my mother,
My creator,
A woman so strong,
My mirrored other, stubborn when we're wrong,
I yearn for your words,
Your hand to extend and feel your embrace,
Never shall I surrender, never will I cease to try,
For you're my mother, mother mine.
Copyright © Bethan Williams | Year Posted 2023
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