MOTHER
By Roland E. Williams
How many were my infant cries
Before I was satisfied once more?
How many were my mother’s cries
Just to let this, her child, see light?
Can I begin to count the infant steps
That got me to where I am today?
How many were my mother’s steps
Carrying both our weights with her?
Even after I was born
How many infant miles did I crawl
For my knees to now be so weary?
How many floors tried their best
But could never wear hers down?
How many drops of mother’s milk
Made me strong and brave?
How many drops of mother’s milk
Did she save just for me each day?
And how often did infant-me fall
To learn to not fall at all? Yet I do!
How many times did I not fall
Because she was there for me?
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