Tragedy of Mom
The true love of
Motherhood
is not for the weak.
They speak of the joys and the toys
But not of the lies and goodbyes.
A part of you dies with the sound of the first infant cries,
You will give it your all and they will still fall.
The true love of
Motherhood
is rather bleak.
They don’t speak of the pain of your heart to beat… outside your body,
You can’t control the breath or the death of the beauty or the beast.
You give all the love, care; always be there
Have the best intentions, but no one mentions
Dreams die because they don’t try and
none of it matters.
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