What Being a Mother Means To Me

Being a mother,
Means you hold,
The tiny fingers,
Count the smallest toes. 

Being a mother,
Means you hold,
Your baby tight,
When the scariest of things, 
When he is at freight.

Being a mother,
Means always holding,
Your son in the darkest of days,
Bring the happiest days to light.

Being a mother,
Even when she's the one who is hurting,
In the mists of the days,
In too many ways.

Being a mother,
Means putting a smile on your face,  
And just making it,
Through those days.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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