by HL Moran

Created on: May 17, 2008

Gratitude in self reflection - uncertain at times
hardly a requirement but still so essential

Media frenzy heightens my anxiety over the little things
crowding out the impulses of my positive mind

My hope springs internal as it rises to the surface
laughter is an involuntary shield protecting my heart

How is it that I in all of my disparity am charged with the
guidance of these two beamish boys

How is it that I am left to help them recognize their days as
gifts of plenty

How is it that I am given the privilege of watching them grow
and soon fly

Will they survive me, forever love me in spite of my eccentricities
Beds unmade, counters cluttered with artistic endeavors ongoing

Will they wish instead for the suburban ideal of a mother clad in pastels
in a mini-van waiting in the carpool lane with no other purpose

Or will they reflect on my creative impulses and tendency to burst into song
as jewels to treasure - will they resent what I couldn't be, but not for lack of trying

I only wish they could know the very gift of their existence
and the aching of my heart for every thought of any adversity they may face

Will they ever know the sheer force of will that it takes to keep me smiling
in difficult moments so that they will not think to cry

Perhaps at best, my character is unique indeed
but even still - am I not in fact every mother

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