A Mother's Heroism Poem by james watkin

Love clipped on, for heroism
Too lightly, to one
Whose took for granted sacrifice
Is day to day won.

Love, kitchen to the laundry, as
Brushes by, thanking.
Love, in one door, out the next
Bare-felt; unyanked in;

Boy's, boyish sped. Now in playing
With its whereabouts
Hocus pocus, through 'Hide and Seek's'
Catching, caught one's shouts

Less cause to halt, for whom is yet
Willing to worry;
And to die for - a million deaths -
Mother; motherly.