Madness exists,there’s chaos around,
The clanking of lids while kids abound.
But through the din
has been a constant.. Mother.
Tears shed, hurts revealed,
nothing concealed..to Mother.
Your reputation grew
as my years progressed.
Where was my intelligence?
Well, just guess.
Children grown,kitchen at rest,
somehow it seems too quiet at best.
But loving, nurturing through it all
the echoes resound of the Spirit within..