Doer of Impossible Things
[for Mother's Day]
Staring deeply at one's creation
The feeling is both awe and terror
So beautiful and yet so fragile
In need of tender care, then tough love
Guidance, maintenance, direction, aid
Once free, mostly staring back blankly
Without full appreciation
Motherhood first demands constant
Need, then support, though rejected
Mere moments of adoration
Never again a thought, an
Action, without second guess
Carrying their burdens
Always the safe refuge
The source, the resource
Tirelessly giving
Looked upon as perfect
With expectation to match
Bearing guilt undeserved, borrowed
Fearing failure untrue
Taking pride in brief flashes
Worry in waves
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