Mother

This transformation

From your-self to,

You and your children,

When did this happen mother?

Was it when I took in the first pack of air?

Was it because you remember the time

When we lived as one being

For 9 months?

Why do you now worry about how much I(we) eat

And not just how much you eat?

When did you become we?

When did it start?

Will I feel this change when I become a mother?

Will I become more than self?

I have seen you sad

I have seen you happy

Mind I say, that both were for me(us)?

Why this connection?

Is this whats called mothers love?

I don’t tell you everything.

I don’t tell you my trivial pain.

I don’t tell you my problems

Most of which are my own creation

It annoys you that you don’t know it.

But you do things most soothing, you lesten to my silent pray.

That makes me want to kiss you love,

Makes me want to forget this worlds trouble

And lie down beside you

Not talk about the problems

But just lie down there silent and quite

When did it start?

Why are you this way?

Why do I not behave the way you do?

You are no less than an angel

What will I be without you?

Why are you so possessive?

Why do you want me to be happy?

Why do you worry about my welfare?

I don’t want to take the obvious answer,

That says this is how mothers are?

That is not true

That is not satisfying

Will I understand it better later?

Will I be like you?