Pagosa Springs Artists

When I Was Mother

I call to mind

the years when did

my lone comrads

go diapered and bibbed.


When I was mother

in my home,

and had to plan

to get things done.


When chores were fit

between the games,

during naps,

before the rains.


My babies came

over twenty years,

while I stayed home,

was always near.


I knew young children

needed a mom

who'd play with trucks,

pull their boots on.


One with the time

to wipe a tear,

or bake a treat,

or just be there.


I've no career,

or claim to fame,

except good kids

raised safe and sane.


first published in

©2014 Bonnie Manion


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