Friday, August 30, 2024

A Labor Of Love

Mothers are rarely permitted to rest
From dawn til dusk we are put to the test
We question ourselves & worry about
How well we're doing theres always a doubt
Is it ever enough or sometimes too much
We not only discipline but heal with a touch
We are questioned & tested & pushed to our end
But no matter what on us they depend
At times it can feel like theres no more to give
At others we know they are why we still live
Planned or surprises theyre sent from above
No matter how hard its a labor of love

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