Though Some Think It’s All For Hallmark
Hugs and kisses
are not enough, but
people give them.
Pouring coffee for the woman
you love is nice, but–
My day started second in the house,
only to a whispered giggle saying,
“Tee hee hee. I’m hungry mom.”
Hopeful fingers poking my face, tangled in my hair. A mother’s
eyes are always tired in the morning. Still, we are
rushed for breakfast. We fumble through the kitchen
searching for clean plates long before sunrise.
Days happen through moments. Laughter. Tears. Cries. Challenges and victories.
A mother is a woman with children. A woman is a person among people.
Yet hear the cries of others. I know mothers who have lost. I know women who wait.
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