Who Else, But a Mother?

Who Else, But A Mother?
Who first loves and nurtures us and takes care of every need, as she accepts into her life someone new to bathe and feed?
Who brags about accomplishments; first teeth...first sounds...first smile and makes every little thing that's done seem important and worthwhile?
Who's been known to, after dark enter a room and slowly creep to bend and kiss the forehead of a child fast asleep?
Who holds a hand while crossing as she thoughtfully conveys a reminder to her child that he should always "look both ways?"
Who wipes peanut butter off a cheek and crayon off the wall and knots an untied shoelace to avoid a likely fall?
Who watches the swift passing of childhood years that she will mourn, and remembers every small detail about the day that child was born?
Who works the longest hours without a vacation...or a check, but accepts her payment in the form of a hug around her neck?
Who never stops believing even when others are in doubt and defends the fact her child was "safe"when the umpire calls him out!?
Who senses things just aren't right and with the palm of her hand decrees by placing it on her child's brow...the fever's 101 degrees?
Who shares life's disappointments and feels the pain of all the bruises and delights in her child's winnings, but offers solace when he loses?
Who realizes as the years pass by...the further her child will roam and who stays up late with worry when that child isn't home?
Who tries to shield and protect by showing courage...staying strong; trying to set a good example while her heart is breaking all along?
Who acts as a private tutor as the years fall in succession by taking each opportunity to teach life's every lesson?
Who listens with her heart even when her child is grown and understands the feelings that she once herself, had known?
Who saved old cards and letters and kept pictures on the shelves and offered unconditional love so we could learn to love, ourselves?
This poem describes one person; a woman unlike any other, for who could possess that level of love...Who Else, But A Mother?

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