Doting Moms Poem by John Sensele

In the eyes of doting moms, offspring remain babies
Whose every step, every move, mom feel they must protect
Lest their babies should swallow contaminated gravies
Which moms wished earlier they could detect.

In the eyes of loving moms, offspring can't look after themselves
Regardless of how many degrees they accumulate or how much gray hair
Sprinkles their heads. Moms often visit offspring and check pantry shelves
To ensure offspring feed well, sleep well and live in homes that aren't love bare.

In the eyes of caring moms, offspring can't metamorphose into independent adults
Who think right, plan right and act right
Because offspring live in a world where cults
Can rob them, can deprive them of deserved opportunities by might.

In the eyes of responsible moms, offspring can't choose the right career
Because moms feel it's their God-ordained duty to pave the way
For offspring to reach self realization despite any barrier
That may spring up or usher in an unexpected delay.