Fadeddarkness21

To be a mother Is the most challenging duty in life. To care for someone No one else does Takes a heart of silk, Soft but strong, and Filled with humility. To be a mother With such a ‘challenging’ son It’s a miracle, they say How does she do it? How does she care for Such a lowly beast? Her son was not a beast At least not in her eyes. In him, she saw a Star, so bright and hot But warm to her touch. Such a gentle soul With no wish for harm. And yet, inside him Blooms the heat of the star, So when put off just right, The star might burn you. To be a mother With a rebellious dreamer, It’s a mammoth task To quell him.