MOTHER


By Roland E. Williams

 

How many were my infant cries

Before I was satisfied once more?

How many were my mother’s cries

Just to let this, her child, see light?

Can I begin to count the infant steps

That got me to where I am today?

How many were my mother’s steps

Carrying both our weights with her?

Even after I was born

How many infant miles did I crawl

For my knees to now be so weary?

How many floors tried their best

But could never wear hers down?

How many drops of mother’s milk

Made me strong and brave?

How many drops of mother’s milk

Did she save just for me each day?

And how often did infant-me fall

To learn to not fall at all? Yet I do!

How many times did I not fall

Because she was there for me?

 

 

 

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