We had a bit of a tough week this past week and some parental poetry fell out of my brain. Thought folks here might be able to relate. Happy Friday!

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I am the mother

I am the forced calm in the tempest of your storms

When you are awake, I give you my sleep

When you cry

My soul peels apart

Absorbing your pain

Before slamming shut

I am the mother

I dwell in a fog that no one can see

Alone

The appearance of strength reminds me

That I am strong

No matter how my mind weeps

For just a breath of my own

I am the mother

The matriarch

The leader of my own tiny clan

And it hurts every day

But I am the mother

Your storms are no match for me