Mother of Four (An Ode To My Mother)

Happiness doesn’t depend on who you are or what you have, it depends solely on what you think.

Dale Carnegie

Hard life you lead but still you give,
Not just to those you gave birth to.
But also to those have no clue,
How to in your tender womb live.

Oh! Mother of four-
There in my greatest hour of need.
To my hungry, empty tummy feed
Something yummy and not so sour-

That it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
Oh! Mother of four : three girls and a boy
That have grown into adults from their youth.
Though you bought me not many a play toy-

In my younger years, I shed bitter tears
When I felt the pain of my many scars
Which like cop you came to lock behind bars
Just so I would not suffer from my fears.

Oh! Mother of four : three girls and a boy.
Though you bought me not many a play toy-
Know i love thee for giving me much joy!

Β© 2019 The Poets Peace

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