Ode To Motherly Love* Poem by Janice M Pickett

You open your mouth to speak
when she asks you how you are
But she cuts you off with her own complaint
about a problem with her car

She rattles on about everything
that’s driving her insane
The petty stuff about the cat
and her walk out in the rain

You listen most intently
the way a good Mum should
whilst the pain that throbs within you
is doing you no good

She tells you she feels hungry
Asks for a bite to eat
then asks you if you have some cash
She ripped the babies seat.

You hobble to the nearest chair
and rest your body there
She still doesn't know you're hurting
She probably doesn't care

She asks you if you'll baby-sit
She's going out today
The baby will be good as gold
she will just sit down and play.

All you have to do
is watch her
guard her every move
feed her change her and cuddle her
if she gets in a mad mood

She hugs you tightly and waves goodbye
baby left upon the floor
She blows a kiss to the child
then disappears out the door

Your pain is getting harder
all you want is to have a rest
You smile at your precious grandchild
she is the very best

You know you'll feel better
just having her so close
some pain relief will fix you up
you'll take your usual dose

A Mother never falters
she's the rock in a sandy stream
through all that she endures
Love will reign supreme