A Mother’s Lot
Feeding everyone else first
while her own food cools
Keeping wakeful watch over sick
babies in fitful sleep
Wearing clothes with holes
so teens can wear brand names
Sitting in a backseat
for a carsick child up front
Sacrificing, scrimping, serving
so that others may thrive,
such is a mother’s lot:
to do, as so many others, do not.
Tracy Plath
This one hits home for a mother does sacrifice a lot for her children sometimes everything. Lovely poem.
Ana
Thanks, Ana! Most don’t bring attention to what they do either–my own Mom did so much to pull me through horrible times, and I always hoped to be the same kind of steady rock for my own kids.
I remembered my own mother in this. She never complained and gave naturally, even though she had limited vision and asthma. You capture it well.
I don’t think she would ever have considered it her “lot” though- not quite that word. She just took care of us because it seemed natural to her.
Yes, my own mother as well–more a mother’s desire than lot, I suppose.