Listen to everyone's pain.
Comfort and love them.

I want my turn.
I want to be taken care of.
Am I not worthy?

My strength is waning.
I'm so tired.
Waking from seizures, wishing I didn't have to.
Crying now, useless tears stream down my cheeks.
I squirrel myself away.

Cook, clean and care for others.
Watching them flourish and enjoy.
Mother to the world.
No joy of my own