Bless This Mess
A poem for Mother’s Day
Motherhood is messy
First, your body
Then, your home
Your life
Your feelings
And, when your child is grown,
Your memories
Whether we fight the chaos
Motherhood is messy
First, your body
Then, your home
Your life
Your feelings
And, when your child is grown,
Your memories
Whether we fight the chaos
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