Dear Mother…

A little poem I wrote for my mother on Mother’s Day…

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For nine months you carried me,
And all I did was make you pee.
On your bladder I sat and sat
Wishing I could make it flat.

Heartburn came along with me,
I didn’t listen to your plea.
I even made you nauseous too,
So much so that you turned blue.

To give me room, your belly grew
I know you felt like a big moo.
I gave you cankles but great skin,
You always had to fake a grin.

When you sat down you often prayed
That you wouldn’t need an aide
To help you off the floor again,
You hoped I wouldn’t cause a sprain.

And all the changes that I caused,
They never even made you pause.
One minute made you cry or bite,
Another, you wanted to kill on sight.

I made you eat some crazy things
Like ice cream with buffalo wings.
Apples, pickles, and green peas
All drowned in mustard with some cheese.

I even made your nights grow longer
And your days became much shorter.
I have however made love stronger,
You willingly became my anchor.

My teenage years were no fun
But you refused to say we’re done.
I was too silly to accept
Mothers are here to be kept.

Once again you’re by my side
Your eyes uncertain, gazing wide.
Your life is still all about me
Most likely ’til eternity.

My words unworthy and so few,
Cannot compare to what is true.
I am in awe of all your love,
That rivals all the stars above.

© Copyright 2014 Olivia G. Owens. All rights reserved.

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