There are no rules of motherhood, you make them as you go
The physical pain will soon subside and love will bloom and grow
You bandage all the boo boos and nurse them when they're sick
And help them learn the lessons and hope the good ones stick.
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Posthumously they'll remember what you did and who you were And late at night they may dream of you and call you in a whisper. circle of this life does not end............... a very nice poem, a meditation on the love and pain of being a loving mother giving all.... tony