Being a Mother Is Not Easy
Tired eyes, morning’s first light,Coffee brews, sleepless night.Tiny socks, floors to sweep,Quiet house, baby’s asleep.Lunchbox packed, shoes to find,Kisses quick, always behind.Homework checked, dinner’s call,Hugs dispense, standing tall.Tears wiped away, fears soothed,Endless tasks, love unmoved.In her arms, burdens ease,Strength found in the softest breeze.Each day long, yet years fly,”Mom” — a title, her heart’s reply….