Mothering 


Long ago it seemed

that I could protect

my loved ones by simply

shielding them by throwing my body

between them and any

possible threat. 

But as they grew

the potential harm became

more ambiguous

and bigger than imagination

and potential  for joy

also grew. 

So, now,

I try to listen 

to watch

to see. 

And mothering

at this point,

brings with the worry:

surprise and

discovery. 

No more mother hen. 

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