A True Identity of Motherhood
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Laden with the burden of life and future,
Fragile in nature but agile a creature;
Exposed to the worry of expansion and suture:
Terror of death isn't a close miniature.
Mixture of fright and expression of passion,
Enlarged in bowel but persistent in action-
Hoping in faith for the pass of her session,
A progress in the course at her school of lesion.
Alone in her world, in the swirl of traction:
The paragon's appeal lacks a slight attraction,
Her silent shout is in the derth of sanction
For strained she remains in her hallowed mansions!
Advised by many to shake off thee goose' ball,
Her love for nature made her stack up the cheese balls:
"Soon he's gonna make it and he'll pick up my missed calls,
Recycle the picture with his bounty of hiccups".
Aware she is, for the days of migraine,
And choiced she is to reject the mandate;
But the choice she made appeared the choice insane
For the love of a mother is stronger than the pain.
And not ensnared by what her cause demeans,
She keeps up the good work, and providing the meals
As a goddess abased to the steam of ramen,
For her prayers are answered not needing an Amen...
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