The Mom in Me

A Poem by Tricia Mc

I am their mother, but more
Their names blended in to one in my mothers mind
I whispered them, I hollered them, hissed them and crooned them
They were my kids, my comrades, the end of me and the beginning
The amount that I love them is beyond reach
It cannot be quantified or contained
My love is full-throated, all encompassing and unadorned
Everyday I blow through my entire reserve