by Erika Cormier

Created on: March 23, 2009

Through tired eyes, she carefully works

she's always there, and masks the hurt

Measuring so carefully

Not realizing that I can see

Its now not what it once was before

When I was young and running through her door

I am not there to give her a reason

Now it is seldom and done with the seasons

I'd watch her intently, anxiously awaiting

The love she put into all that she made me

Daily was her doing what she did best

Known for the love she put in every step

A haven, a safe place you knew you would go

Now she feels empty with no one to show

The space she had comfort for so many years

Is now lonely and quiet where now falls the tears

Born to be mother, I hope I can provide the transition

That mirrors the love that I found in my mother's kitchen

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