I am mother

I am supposed to be an inspiration
Lead the way and always do right
Be the guide towards the light
But I am not a guide, a leader, or an inspiration
I am a failure, a worrier, a fumble-around-in-the-dark follower
I am anxious and nervous
I hesitate and make mistakes
Yet, I am mother, still
One magically grown despite all of my failings
And another still blooming as she looks up to me
With those absorbent eyes like he used to
Waiting for the next instruction
I oblige, never knowing if I am doing right or wrong
And she does not seem to mind
As we fumble on together.

~The H Word~

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