There are no rules of motherhood, you make them as you go <br />The physical pain will soon subside and love will bloom and grow <br />You bandage all the boo boos and nurse them when they're sick <br />And help them learn the lessons and hope the good ones stick. <br /> <br />You give them all you have to give and more is not enough <br />The good times are just wonderful but bad times make you tough <br />They grow up they move on and leave you weeping when they leave <br />With the deafening silence of the phantom sounds of little feet <br /> <br />Now your children have their own and your presence slowly fades <br />You pass the torch of motherhood and hope it lights their way <br />And maybe on your birthday they might give you a call <br />But chances are they're busy and wont remember you at all <br /> <br />Posthumously they'll remember what you did and who you were <br />And late at night they may dream of you and call you in a whisper <br />The tombstone is a reminder of when you walked with them <br />And a promise that the circle of this life will never end.<br /><br />Donna McCord<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-joys-of-motherhood/
