She’s Only A Mother

You never see the rears that she’s about to cry

Instwad she turns her hand to hide them

You never see the times she stills away to her seeret closet to pray

Instead she invites you in to just talk

You never see how her shoulders are sagging from burdens

Instead she gives you thee shoulders to cry on

You never see the aches in her heart when her children rebel

Instead she gives them more patience and love

You never see the hand she pulls back when she’s rejected

Instead she continues to lend a “helping” hand

You never see the aches in her hands from grasping and holding on when she feels like giving up

Instead she folds these same hands and prays even more

You never see the aches in her knees from praying for others

Instead she spends even more time on her knees

You never see the fears she has of being a “disappointment@

Instead she prays for more power and a sound mind

You never see any of these things and she doesn’t want you to

After all, she’s only “a mother”