Only a mother the years as a mom, an athlete, a nurse, a psychologist, teacher, and loving and nurturing her children. She carried each one her womb nine hard months and always watching and caring as if her own life nonexistent ..mama cried!!
Eleven children
mama like a hen with chicks
moments and times bewildered
somehow each problem fix
love was always endless
worry her soul a load
prayer helped her through
as each child their own trials
if weak us children never knew
but at times in the night mama cried.
Daddy loved mama true
but work a different world
mama home with children
somehow her mind and patience subdue
unbelievable her resilience and strength
many women this world, like mama few
us boys coral the girls hair curl
not much time for mama
but with each our hurts, love and a smile
sometimes though I could hear, as mama cried.
Trying each child protect
each one under her wings
any harm even one, her hardest to deflect
times her wits end, but always a clever brain
busy working, doing for children many
seemed mama never time herself care
us children all her time unrelenting
she was never selfish, giving so much unfair
gripe or complain always decline
it hurt me the times, mama cried.
Grown now and away
at times visit mama yet
her vigor even now not sway
as I see a woman more frail
I watch and hide tears as I sit
the things she went through
no one, not even I could tell
she’ll laugh as memories renew
as I’m leaving the tears flow
and why mama often cried, now I know!
Happy Mother’s Day, Mama!
Poetry