Tragedy of Mom

The true love of Motherhood is not for the weak. They speak of the joys and the toys But not of the lies and goodbyes. A part of you dies with the sound of the first infant cries, You will give it your all and they will still fall. The true love of Motherhood is rather bleak. They don’t speak of the pain of your heart to beat… outside your body, You can’t control the breath or the death of the beauty or the beast. You give all the love, care; always be there Have the best intentions, but no one mentions Dreams die because they don’t try and none of it matters.