I'm convinced there's no force like that of a mother who cares and doesn't settle,
So much potential energy stored if she picked up two leads connected to New York City every wire would catch fire,
Only headlights would illuminate and provide light as every bulb burst,
Newton must have wrote his first law of motion before watching one of these women at work,
If he would have known, there'd be a note at the end that read, " Except for Mother's who just put kids to bed, well fed, because no force could gain enough stead to act upon her,"
As soon as kids are down to sleep, she's scheming night to day on how to get out of this place. To show her family a better way,
Stressed and tired, but the momentum and burning in heart allows for fresh start every morning with time for self and kiss on cheek as children are waking to meet,
Her there just as she was the night before. Once loving has been given to those children, and they're off to school, out the door, for knowledge, she's getting her own,
Working a job while starting a business, and learning investments. Just as the day winds down, she's plotting dinner for mouths in the house with her spouse,
And as she's doing the tucking, kissing, and listening before the sleeping, she's aware there's hours to go before her own because she's a Mother. One who cares and doesn't settle.
Written because of the two amazing women I know who work, provide, starting businesses, volunteering, giving back, and investing while raising two kids. One singular person can struggle to provide for themselves. They do that and then some.