EVERY PHOTO TELLS A STORY.
Once again, an evocative image on the above blog! It tells the story much better than my choice. Visit and see.
The title was
'OVER THE ROUGH SPOT.'
I have called it
THE GOOD MOTHER
When he was born
He was as light as air.
I worried about his weight.
Was I being a
Good Mother?
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I carried him effortlessly.
It seemed that
Motherhood
Would be a breeze.
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He felt as light as a breeze,
Even in the dark,
Wakeful,
Milky nights.
It was fulfilling,
Being a Good Mother.
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Lately, he has been growing more heavy.
I welcome his
Burgeoning boyhood.
I am proud.
But he is no longer light.
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Suddenly, today,
Came the realisation
That he will grow ever heavier.
And that I shall always
Carry him on my back.
Being a
Good Mother.
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Whenever he encounters
A rough spot
It will be my duty
To lift him
Back on to my shoulders.
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Even when he is
Fully grown,
I will carry my son,
A weight and a pleasure.
He will never
Leave my shoulders.
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And when I am old,
Old and withered,
He will still be there.
Because I am
A Good Mother.
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A very different view of Motherhood here:
