Motherhood
No one hears me, no one sees me, no one understands,
The stress, and devastations that befall a mother’s hands.
Life comes at us faster than you know,
we try our hardest to help our babies grow,
into good well rounded people that will inhabit this Earth,
but no one really seems to comprehend a mother’s worth.
Pushed aside, degraded, and belittled,
mothers get it from both ends, always stuck in the middle,
between the love we have, and the respect we want,
from the little ones that haunt
our souls, dreams and thoughts.
May our children never know the battles we have fought
To keep them safe, happy, and secure,
Moms have much that they have to endure,
in the end its all worth it,
because to us our babies come out perfect
Copyright © E Qg | Year Posted 2011
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