The
Moms I Know
Flowery
poems about dear “Mother”
have
their purpose, I suppose.
But
the moms I know aren’t
each
a goddess, angel or rose.
The
moms I know have their faults.
They
may act a bit stressed or crazy.
They
mess things up, are a tad selfish,
And,
at times, they’re even a little lazy.
They
might not get it
when
things happen right under their nose.
They
fear they’ve done permanent damage.
As
the years pass, uncertainty grows.
The
moms I know are human,
but
fiercely fight for their kids to survive.
They’d
do anything for them.
Their
joy is to see them thrive.
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