
A mother’s job is to nurture with a tender guiding hand.
A mother’s job is to encourage understanding and not demand.
A mother’s job is to inspire her seedling with a loving no hovering stance.
A mother’s job is to bestow a comforting nest, mask the sorrow as the bird fly’s away, when it gets the chance.
A mother’s job is to listen with a clear ear not one with fear.
A mother’s job is when sought for consult, silently rejoice.
A mother’s job is to flow with ease when beliefs veer.
A mother’s job is to respect the boundaries erected even when feeling rejected.
A mother’s job is to be the anchor through stormy weather, navigating it together.
A mother’s job to be the voiceless observes who whispers worries in the dark of night.
A mother’s soul weaves guidance in her adult child’s ears, even when she has disappeared.
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A mother's work is never done. This reminded me of my mom.
Such a beautiful poem!
That it is & that she does. Beautifully said, Daphne.