My Mother’s One Task

Poetry 1 min read
She was continually proud of her four boys...

Her one task
was to care and provide,
in hopes her child would
eventually
thrive.

To be ever attentive
and always aware,
of the mountain of needs
her child
would
bare.

Including
to feed and clothe,
and provide a safe place to sleep.
Yet, it was more than just
physical needs she would meet.
She nurtured and guided
with love and affection.
Set her child’s life
in the right
direction.

Taught and corrected
with discipline, patience and grace,
held space, while at the same time,
helping her child
find his
place.

...and her four boys loved her.

She listened
with an open mind
and open heart—
and as her child grew,
he opened up and knew
how to play
his own
part.

And while arduous,
she did this duty with joy and
said it was worthwhile,
meeting each moment
with the fullness
of her unique
smile.

Doing her best,
and completing
a her Divinely given task.
Knowing these moments
wouldn’t forever
last.

And now in reflection,
after time (and she) had passed...
her child knows—
she gave so much more than
he could ever
ask.

She was a woman who served throughout her life and deserved a happy ending.
She was also cool AF!
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