any other presence <br />in the kitchen is a threat <br />to her empire... <br />none knows her pots and pans <br />and the purpose they're for <br />except herself... <br />cooking is her forte, <br />she believes; none can be <br />as good at it as her <br />she can't relish what others cook <br />to her, she is the ultimate! <br /> <br />pain she gulps <br />smiles she shares <br />doctor, she never needs <br />for nothing can touch her <br />is her belief... <br />slightest bruise <br />mildest pain <br />on others is <br />what she can't tolerate! <br /> <br />condemned to glorification <br />trapped in stereotype <br />motherhood, she is a victim <br />of utopian motherhood! <br /> <br />ode to one's mother <br />is ode to every mother <br />nurtured and reared <br />on the fact that women <br />cease to be human <br />once they're mothers!<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-all-mothers/
