A Mother of Me


Fertilization, zygote, your body just growing
your turning, stretching, me feeling those moments
the pain, the pain, the joy you bring
the pain that made the mother of me.

an infant was loved and held too much
that bundle of joy that lived by touch
that toddler that grew and grew and grew
you grew so fast those moments were few.

Daycare, preschool, elementary it was
middle school became so difficult for us
your attitude, behaviors, despites you see
those were the things that made a mother of me.

Through the courts, DCF, home programs, and jail
the tough love that I gave, nothing seemed to help
I cried and cried and cried through sleep
those were the things that made a mother of me.

Though sometimes embarrassed for the things that you've done
I'm not embarrassed for being your mom.
Through prayer and belief knowing that God will foresee
those were the things that made a mother of me.

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