This poem is in the form of a benediction or blessing. I imagine it recited in an Irish accent, for some reason. Something like the Serenity Prayer, I suppose. Anyway, hope you enjoy this overdue salute, to the sacrifices of all the moms out there, trying to raise kids of whatever age. Thanks for coming by to read.
God bless The child-distressed, Who from duress Make happiness, The ones who ache With loneliness, When children go A-missin'. God save The mothers, brave, Who man the stove And guard the grave, Who sit a-bed With little knaves, Their broken bones A-kissin'. God speed To those in need, Who never once The sanction heed, To slow down, Tilting off, top speed, Until their foreheads Glisten. God kiss The broken miss, Who thirty years Ensured their bliss, Who wonders, if There's more than this, Though no one is A-listenin'. Copyright 2021 Andrea LeDew
Check out another poem on motherhood: Mother First.