Tales of a Mother

The tales of a mother

Are not easy to tell

The cooking

The cleaning

And paying the bills

That part is easy

The first string in a web

These tales are complicated

They have no end.

They watch their children grow

Then watch overhead

One thing special about mothers

Each step they take

They leave a trail

Not of bread crumbs

They aren't stupid you see

But of love and sacrifice

That stays infinitely