The Woe of Mom

Ask me not why a tear rolls down my cheek

as I watch my children grow.

Before my eyes pass memories

that I may never be let to know.

Tomorrow isn't promised,

Although it seems already here.

Time robs us of what we remember.

That is why I shed my tear.

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Kimberlee Long, January 2nd, 2024

Stock photo by Liana Mikah