I am strong.
So they say.
Like paper towels soaking up spills.
How does it do that?
My daughter flipped her yogurt on the floor.
I said I would mop it up- but I bounty'd it.
Those commercials aren't kidding...
Two paper towels and the mess was gone.
That strong!
I am carrying the weight of my world.
Around my middle.
I now it makes me look weak- but I am strong.
I take care of my own kids. I sow, I plant-
I watch them grow faster then I can care for them.
Grilled cheese for breakfast has turned into lunches packed for school.
They grow
and I watch.
Nobody, I tell them, loves them like I love them.
Nobody loves like a Mommy loves.
I love them always when,
and,
even if...
The strongest of loves.
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