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.
About the Creator
Rich Burton
I’m a mom with crazy boys and I love to be outside playing with them! Whether it’s skiing, climbing, hiking, or playing tag at the park we’re there!
I’ve loved reading and writing my whole life and want to share my enthusiasm with everyone!
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Lovely poem🥰