Upon the soar

Upon the soar
of her children's praise
she flies so long in heart and soul.

Trying her best to cling to that wind
amid the endless chores
that come each and every day.

Being chauffeur, cook, housekeeper
and so many other names,
but mainly
the one little eyes turn to
in order to make
their world complete.

So she mends their wounds,
hugs them when their hurt,
kisses of reassurance
all done out of love.

Doing her best to keep flying so high
though they only say thank you,
once a year,
on Mother's Day.