Mother

Strength despite frustration;
the natural enemy of death as
the embodiment of creation.
Venerated for the gift she gives,
we would be nothing without her;
she is sometimes taken for granted,
despite our best intentions.

Soft enough to nurture, she
hides a fury for
the safety of her
cubs, her
chicks, her
creation.

She is sacrifice;
from the nigh unbearable pain of
birth through the attrition of
daily struggle.
And though it may seem
piecemeal in comparison, she
renews her promise with each
Daughter’s rising and setting Son.

We owe everything to her,
for better or worse;
though for the best, more
often than not.
Some have said that God is Love;
they forget their Mother.

by Erik Shinker

9 thoughts on “Mother

    1. Thank you so much for reading and sharing your experience; I know that this poem really can only speak to my experience with my mother, and wasn’t sure if I was going to post it originally because I had written it for her. I’m glad you were able to take something with you in addition to what you brought.

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  1. We owe everything we are or even dream of being to our mothers…
    Thank you for this incredibly mesmerizing poem which struck my emotional chords so hard!

    She always has a smile on her face with a billion struggles within.❤

    Stay blessed! ☺😇
    -theinkwarrior

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