She sits,
at the end of the day
A very weary expression on her face;
This day, like all the others, has certainly
Been one for the books.
The tick of the living room clock slowly
Makes its way towards midnight and
Still she sits, enjoying the complete and
Wondrous knowledge that while parenthood
Can exact a heavy toll, the pure and
Unconditional love she and her children share
Is what makes it all worth doing.
Just as she makes ready for bed,
Her thoughts winding down,
A cry fills the air and her duties
Continue, as she soothes a
Child's over active imagination;
A mother's duty never done.
copyright by ardenttly may 9, 1999