The Walk She Walks
The path taken by every working mother
One foot in front of another
One step after another
She walked, she walked
Her mind engrossed in thought.
Charts, pies, numbers flew by
A white board; a paper kite —
A snake went round and round
As she ventured into lost and found.
On and on she had to move
In order not to miss the view
The beautiful peak; the misty top —
Though she wanted to, she couldn’t stop.
Toys, blocks, fluff and more
Floated past her feet sore;
In bemused wonder she looked back
While the gentle breeze pulled her back.
Warming herself against the sudden chill
She caught hold of a note in the stand still —
“Sweet is my mum, gentle and kind,
At least that’s how I imagine her in mind.”
Round and round went the crayon,
Forming words of her beloved son —
“She comes, she goes, blows me a kiss,
But her hugs and tales, I so miss!”
With a lump in her throat,
Eyes about to brim over,
A heart pounding against her chest,
She took the next step, and then the next.
Feet hurting beyond feeling,
Arms full of all she had to carry,
And the winds strong against her,
She took the next step, and then the next.
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