A mother is a person
Whom few on Earth can match
The best out there- who can compare?
She’s of a special batch
She gets her introduction
To her precious child
With hours of pain; tremendous strain
That makes all else seem mild
At last the child’s delivered
But there’s no time for rest
‘Fore Mom can dream, the child will scream-
Mom has an instant test
The babe is cute but challenging
The mom can plainly see
Won’t sleep, won’t eat, won’t poop; Mom’s beat
But says “it’s up to me!”
So Mom must teach them everything
From dressing to their diet
She helps them walk, and then to talk
(Then yells, “sit down- be quiet!”)
As the child gets older
The difficulties stay
Fights, bad friends- it never ends
It’s hard in many ways
She gets them through the school years
Though they fight her tooth and nail
Their every need is met with speed
She will not let them fail
Though they may resist her,
She strives to raise them right
Shows them the way to live each day
And prays with them each night
And when they finally move out
Get a job and go away
Mom says “no good- I miss my brood”
“I’d really wish they’d stay!”
Yet to hinder their development
She knows she cannot do
So as they fly, she starts to cry
And whispers “I’ll miss you”
So why become a mother?
Why go through such a chore?
The constant fights; the sleepless nights
Ingratitude and more
Mom knows with every baby
It’s hardship from the start
Yet through the stress, she says “I’m blessed”
And loves to play her part
Yes, mom is happy with her lot
Though kids may cause her woe
If you ask why, she’ll just reply
“Because I love them so”
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