As a mother, I am cook
As a mother, I am teacher
As a mother, I am housekeeper
As a mother, I am photographer
As a mother, I am chauffeur
As a mother, I am laundry service
As a mother, I am nurse
As a mother, I am mediator
As a mother, I am caregiver.
As a mother, I am stressed
As a mother, I am crying
As a mother, I am exhausted
As a mother, I am over touched
As a mother, I am under-appreciated
As a mother, I am sad
As a mother, I am under-valued
As a mother, I am weighed-down
As a mother, I am done.
As a mother, I am loved
As a mother, I am snuggled
As a mother, I am wanted
As a mother, I am needed
As a mother, I am blessed
As a mother, I am joy
As a mother, I am happy
As a mother, I am fulfilled
As a mother, I am still me.
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Rich Burton
I’m a work from home mom with 2 crazy kids. I write for fun with the hopes of finishing my unfinished book!
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Lovely poem🥰