Standing Strong
To be a mother, only one knows,
the lessons of pain we remember
the most.
Trying to bring happiness, where
none exist, our job is exhausting,
but sometimes bliss.
A mother has to decide, to help or run,
always not easy, but it has to be done.
Standing strong, knowing the risk,
saying I love you, but I must do this.
Tough love is hard,
it brings tears to your eyes, but harder
for a mother, seeing her child cry.
Only a mother, can endure such grief,
if this is the only way, her child can be reached.
Some dads are around, some never come,
to help with decisions, on things to be done.
Children will remember, and when they are strong,
they will not forget, who never left them alone.
Trouble breeds cowards, they tuck their tail
and run, but a mother, she waits on the sun.
I understand not all dads are like this,
but this is the kind I know.
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