Motherhood - Poem by Jeannette Heywood
Motherhood defines me,
but often undermines me.
My fears for you are almost tangible.
For your happiness I feel responsible.
Attempts to protect you even in adulthood,
are often fruitless and misunderstood.
The balance between friend and Mother,
I struggle daily to discover.
This relationship I would never change,
It's a favourite with which I engage.
From every test and challenge I will recover,
to continue the joy of being your Mother.
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