In most things I am free
to make my choice
but still she tries to guide me
with her look, with her voice
and I wonder why mothers
keep on bothering?
And to think of it, it isn’t surprising,
but till eternity they do the mothering thing?
do mothering things, wonderful, I like it, Please read my new poems on mother..
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I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely! Once a mother, always a mother. As I constantly tell my daughter...I'm always going to be your Mom and nothing can ever change that..not even death. Then she gives me the old eye roll!