Pieces of Me

"Mother"

She managed.
She coped-
with the midnight crying,
the diaper changing,
the food that went flying.
She survived-
the terrible twos and
threes and fours.
She picked up trails on all
of her floors.
Doing the laundry and dishes
and such,
She was always there
with a gentle word
and a loving touch.
Never forsaking-
beginning to end,
Always understanding
Always a friend.

-MS