The workaholic
Who never has enough sleep
Cares for everyone
Undeniable
My gift to you is this love
Your existence saves
Mothers, God bless you
You bloom when we all wither
Weeping willows sing
Happy Mother’s Day to those of you who are mothers, those of you mothering others who are not your own, caretakers and rescuers and do-gooders. Thank you for who you are and what you do. I celebrate you.
A Cornered Gurl 
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