Mom poem
They say it’s hard,
They say you can’t sleep,
They say just wait,
It gets worse.
But three weeks down,
Eighteen years and then some to go,
And I can’t help
But to picture your future.
Who you become
Based on who I’ve taught you to be
And who you’ve taught me to become.
The strength I’ve gained
Just to be your mom.
The wisdom I’ve learned
In order to teach your growing mind.
The milk that produces through me
To your hungry lips.
And the pain I endured
To see you into this world.
You’re the light to my life,
And though they may say
It will get harder,
I simply can’t wait,
For you to give me trouble.
Trouble that we all put
Our own dearest mothers through.
Trouble that follows us as mothers,
For a mothers duty
Is never finished.
Oh they say we have you for 18 years.
But does it stop there?
You will grow into a women,
Live in your own place,
Find a man
Who treats you like a queen,
You’ll make a family,
All your own.
And I’ll be at your doorstep
Waiting as a grandmother then.
And you’re only three weeks old.
Oh how I can’t wait
For my sleepless nights
And for my days to grow tiring.
For the fun has only begun.
For I was told I couldn’t conceive
And yet you breath,
Here in my arms.
They could be right.
Oh but they could be wrong.
I will cherish every set back we have
And I will accept every challenge
And be the mom
I didn’t know my body would let me be.
11-10-19
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