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It's AllAbout The Crown

By Cynthia FieldsPublished about a month ago 1 min read


We bear the burden,

take the blame and get none

of the credit.

We lose sleep,

worry and wear the wrinkles.

We fix our faces with smiles,

and cry silent tears in the dark

when everyone else is asleep.

We are the armor bearers,

the prayer warriors, the advocates,

the encouragers, and the secret keepers.

We are the providers sacrificing ourselves

for the unknowing, the clueless and the ungrateful!

We’re mothers doing what we must at all costs

not for the plaques, the mugs, or the flowers,

but because it’s who we are, it’s our calling.

It’s how we love-fearlessly, hard, nonsensically.

Indescribable, unthinkable, and tirelessly!

No, thank-you expected because we signed up for this.

Not always knowing how or why. Not knowing that the bad days

often outweigh the good.

What we did know was that our love was enough.

It had to be enough to get us and them through the good,

the bad, and the in between.

Just love, it was both our superpower and our kryptonite,

our greatest joy and our deepest pain.

But it’s who we’ve become.

Birthing nations and futures and possibilities.

God chose us and gave us everything needed

to complete the assignment.

Yes, we’re mothers a crown we wear with honor.

We know who we are!

We are Queens with earthly kingdoms

located within the possibilities of our offspring.

We are diplomats, negotiating peace

as effortlessly as ordering pizza.

We are doctors and lawyers without the degrees,

Fighting and slaying dragons on our knees!

We are Mothers, Slayers, and Prayers.

Leaping tall buildings and loving just because.

Knowing what others did not,

that God had chosen and equipped us.

Then breathed breath into or desires.

Giving us the stamina to do the work

that feels like joy and hope and

all things good!

Thank you, Lord for the Crown of Motherhood!

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About the Creator

Cynthia Fields

I adore words and I love what happens when we grab them, sleep with them, holler and scream and laugh at them! I love what happens when we throw them in the air and watch them fall magically from our minds onto paper!

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  • Alex H Mittelman about a month ago

    Fantastic poem!

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