Light. Ease. Warmth. Love. Home.
That’s all I feel when you cross my mind.
You don’t hug me too much
You don’t even say you love me often.
But I know you do. Cause your actions scream exactly that.
Tell me? What is it like to be you
Do you get tired sometimes?
Do we appreciate you enough?
Do you sometimes wish for a different life
One where you’re not a mom?
I want to know. Do you wish for a break from time to time
Are we too much to handle sometimes?
Is it too taxing to raise kids
To have to show up daily as a mother without fail?
What would you say is your biggest regret?
What about the best choice you’ve ever made?
Tell me, what do you desire for at the moment.
Do ou need to take a nap?
Go on a trip? Hang out with your friends?
Or do you crave for a conversation over a cup of tea?
I want to know
Because maybe all along we keep deciding you want gifts
And yet maybe all you need is just time to breathe.
Rest from all the shouting.
To be loved and cared after by others
And to be reminded ,mom, that you’re someone’s daughter too.
Happy mother’s day mom.
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