Madre Mia

Madre Mia

I see your veins pop

out as you struggle to
carry the heavy box.
I see the wrinkles and horrible
bags under your eyes from
the long endless shifts you have.
They seem to move as
you begin to laugh your
loud infectious laugh.
I see the tears that have run
down your face at the sound of
sudden news.
I feel the pain as I see sadness
wash upon your face and
that beautiful smile soon
disappears.
It is then when I wish I could guard you
from the pain of this world
but I know I can't

I see the veins you
have left back at home.
I sense you're not happy here.
I see the hard sleepless
nights we have given you by the messy
shirts you wear, the messy hair you have, and the exasperated
sighs you give. You hate it
when we call you old, but those gray hairs are becoming more
and more visible. But surely nothing
will stop you from twirling
and moving those hips to
the beat of the music.
Nothing will stop you when your
giving us one of your lectures.
The love you have given us is unlike any other mother and for

that I am grateful. You have given up everything
for us and I hope to
give you and my future kids
the same love
You have given me.