As mothers we love our daughters and forever care for our sons,
Protecting them from danger and steering them away from what we perceive as harm.
They are apart of our essence our hearts and pace, they are the warmth of our agitations and put the smile upon our face.
Some children are raised to be replications but that doesn’t work for me,
For each soul is a being of it’s own midden and experience as life process has to be.
The greedy are adventurous, the gluttons the vain.
The hostile are the inept of telling you what to do and pointing out a shame.
The shy are the courageous whilst the imperious are immune.
Children never give you what you want, but their love always shines through.