Motherhood
Motherhood is good
Yet I feel suffocated in it's daily hood
Choked by chores
Burden by it's routines
Bombarded by everyday responsibilities
Motherhood is hard
Yet it makes me glad
The smiles I see
The hugs I receive
The children I bear
The children I rear
Motherhood is the evidence that love will last
It's what I call the tremendous blast
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