Motherhood Poem by tear stricken face

I used to think who it feels to become a mom.
I bet, it is either good or fun.
To play with kids, to tickle them sometimes,
I used to think like that, several times.

Now, after years of being one,
I suddenly realize it indeed at times fun.
When you see your kids laugh and play,
Then you will as well be gay.

Here comes the perishing days,
when children have to be away.
To rear them alone, is a burden,
I have to leave them with grandma often.

I cry a lot when I think of them,
I always call. Oh how I long for them!
Motherhood is never easy, now I understood,
I have to leave temporarily, but I'll be back for good.