Maybe Poem by girlie lactao

I always wondered if mothers get tired
It seems like they don't run out of energies
They move here, there, and everywhere
Never complaining; always smiling.

I always wondered what kept mothers going
Is it love that pours out from their hearts
Or is it the reality that they are accountable
To love unconditionally without ceasing.

Now I am a mother; and I can well relate
To my own mother's high spirits
Wherever and whatever.
Mothers have nothing but love
One that knows no bounds
A love that is offered to the one above.