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When you’re a mother.
You love your boy
the way God loves him.
The way God loves him.
You don’t see the awful haircut.
You see the part that’s shining up,
the healthiest part.
And you never stint on affection.
You never know
how to do otherwise.
Do I love him?
Still? Without hesitation?
Do I love him?
Still? Without hesitation?
Well, yes I have my concerns.
Have my concerns.
And the ones that hurt you worst
are the ones that leave you anyway.
And that’s when you get used to
the streches of loneliness.
And that’s when you know
you don’t want merely to be a mother.
Though a mother is the best thing.
Mother is the best thing.
Mother is the best thing
you have been.
Do I love him?
Still? Without hesitation?
Do I love him?
Still? Without hesitation?
