Motherly Musings
I always wanted to be a mother
‘It’s painful’,
‘You will suffer!’,
Yet I always wanted, to be a mother.
A mother I became,
Not once but twice
A son and a daughter
Life was nice.
Until they grew up,
in the literal sense,
Their attitude developed,
grim and intense.
Respect for me,
Was ego to them,
Things out of control,
I was overwhelmed.
To pull things back,
I was adamant.
I stirred the dream
That lay dormant.
I always wanted
To be a mother
For she is special
Like no other.
A person who loves you
Not for your face
Who keeps in her heart
Forever a place.
For you to snuggle
When the seas are rough,
Often for her though,
It may be tough.
Today as I smile
At my precious gems,
I realise proudly
I am that person for them.
No matter how painful
Or how much I suffer
I’ll always be,
Their special mother.
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