Mother

Mother
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,

band-aids placed,

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..

Mother.

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