A Mothers Journey


In My room
24th St
United States
35° 22' 51.6468" N, 119° 1' 19.3836" W

A Mothers Journey

At conception a mother love them.

At birth her pangs are strong and everlasting

But, she bares them.

A child takes all her time

And under all the stress a small smile makes everything seem fine.

Her days morph together from the lack of sleep

But her life is now for her babies to keep.

She watches others give way to partying and lust

While she stays home and cares for her child with every touch.

A Mother does not resent the burdens of a child

Because, every moment makes a mother’s life worthwhile.

A mothers Journey is never ending

Because a child life is her everlasting mending.


Breanna Garza-Montalvo


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awww It's such a sweet poem, I love it!

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