To see your child in pain
Is a terrible thing to bare
Wishing with all of your heart
You can mend the hurtful tear
A mother is first to know
There is pain in doing what is right
She tries not to hear the hurtful words
And she cries alone at night
She holds a tiny bird
It pleads to be set free
But mommy knows it needs care
Compromise and trust are key
One day her bird will soar
The time of raising is done
The proof is in her children
Will the game of life be won?
She prays for health, wealth and happiness
She holds them in her heart
She lets them face the harsh world
Mother always, then friendship starts
Live honest to yourself
Live what you want to be
Embrace all that is good
Please, please remember me
Kelly this poem was a joy to read all mothers like to read work like this and I for one really enjoyed it because it was so full of depth and qualty that only amother has cheers Sylvie
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Estonko how are you Kelly i have a daughter named Kellie, mothers are so special and important, i love your poem, i live in Darwin Northern Territory of Australia i am of American Indian descent, make contact Osceola