The Mom in all of us

Who am I?

I am not in the food I cook or the cleaning i complete,
Neither the morning alarm nor the reminder beep,
I am not in the vessels that are washed, not the clothes that turn clean,
I am not in the toys that I tidy up, nor in the rhymes that play on the TV screen;
Not in the poop wash that i turn dry, not the diapers that I change,
Not in the food that I feed nor the shelves that I arrange;
I am not the books that I read for you, not in the answers that you seek,
I am not the womb that held you for 29 weeks.

Then who am I?
I am in the love that I do not express most times and in the love that I seldom want from you.
I am in the kisses that go unfinished, in the hugs that are left half way in the air, true!
I am in the endless fights that we have, I am in the tears that are patted dry.
I am in the faith that every night you go to sleep with, I'm in your dreams watching them in awe, flying high.

I am a mother.

Cheers,
Hopie