Motherhood
is the one job
that I worked at the longest
still working when needed
always thinking about work
and the hardest
it’s still hard sometimes
like when I have to say goodbye
does it ever stop being hard?
and still feel like I never got it right.
And now I know how my own mother felt
when she would catch the glint
of ridicule in my eyes
I’m glad we both
lived long enough
to share that moment
when it was all
forgiven.
Now I know how my own mother felt
when she saw her own children
married and happy
married and unhappy
married with children
unmarried with children
I’m glad we both lived long enough
to share those moments
to bawl like a baby in her arms
over long distance phone lines
I’m glad we both lived long enough
to share that moment
when it was all
forgiven.
This is just a lovely Mothers Day tribute Sharon. You are very talented. I enjoy reading your interesting Staying Vertical vignettes. Your creative juices are flowing! Happy Mothers Day from one mother to another! It was my toughest job in life, but worth it.
Thank you, Laura. Enjoy your Mother’s Day weekend!
I’ve just seen this and had a good cry. Mom died 7 years ago today. I’m feeling it keenly and your words strike home for me, touching me in a very private place. That’s real poetry.
And I just saw this. What a sweet compliment from a fellow writer! Thank you, Sherry!