She knows no joy when I'm in pain
Even in pain she bore me
And love so tender she offers
My first love
In the scorch of the sun she suffers
And walks miles to trade her wares
Was she born to suffer for my sake
When she is ill, everything comes to a halt
For she is the breadwinner
All her hope is her children
She sleeps on an empty stomach
To make sure they are educated
When at dawn the **** crows
I know she wakes up in shock
For her burden is to begin anew
A real woman
My MOTHER

Magnitude in heart
Obliging warmth
Teaching good
Healing pains
Endless concern
Radiant woman

She is **MOTHER !

Over time I've realized I'm the type of person who can draw anyone in
Mysterious, yet comforting to be around
An altruistic listener, an effective conversationalist, a trusted confidant
Modest as I may be, I do understand where I stand with most people
I'm the person you call when you're having a bad day, or need a ride, or even to bask in the glory of your successes;
a promotion at work, a new fling
I'm that person
The person to go to with your something;
your need, or your news
Intriguing from afar
Many want to delve into the depths
Uncover the story within
Until they realize that there's more
There's always more
Like a black hole pulling you in
Only to find that it's expanse goes on indefinitely
After a while my quips, my quirks
become exhausting
To others
No one can fathom traveling the distance
So they don't
They turn back
I willingly release them
of my gravitational pull
Then we both float on
In opposing directions
It's funny how one can be too much
Yet somehow, never enough

The day she died a part of me died also

We all have that moment
Where we wish
Maybe a lingering thought
Or a worrying regret
Of the things we could have avoided
Or the path we could have taken
That may have lead to a different outcome