Too busy, too tired, too happy, too much
All of the things mothers touch
Consistency, security, passion, peace
All of the things a mother seeks
There are just so many details, variables, voices
Sometimes we should just sit with the noise
Silence, screaming, pain, frustration
All mothers need this day’s celebration
Even if you aren’t sitting with children
All people have a form of mothering wisdom
From the dream to the empty nest
Someone is lying. NO ONE knows best
Coffee-colored love, sipped hot with no hate
From my home to yours, let’s celebrate
