Mother
Mother
Mother, you held hope
for me in your bosom.
And my father was to be
the one who expects.
But, hope without expectation
sabotages concrete action.
You hoped, and cheered for my survival.
And, oh how gloriously that has continued…
But, something was missing…
So, I added my own expectations.
The fruitfulness of that has manifested.
I understand. Be at peace, be proud.
I love you, mom. Happy Mother’s day.
©5913802pJeanMarie
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