A Mother:
Response
and the ability
to carry
a heavy load.
~ ~ ~
Fifty isn't old.
It's really just a number.
How did I get here?
I really don't remember
saying goodbye to so many.
I'm scared
that once I break it,
like the dollar note,
the years will disappear.
~ ~ ~
I stand
as life buffets me,
challenging my right
to live with contentment
and achieve my dreams at last
~ ~ ~
Will people remember
the things I've done
~ or what I do now?
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A Mother-response and the ability to carry a heavy load-she does this willingly out of her love for her children-she doesn't feel it a burden also-like a plant stem that doesn't feel the weight of its cluster of heavy fruits hanging over it-the mother's role us unique in the world of creations. A good poem..