The Hard Things

I did not realise how much I needed you for the hard things,

Those uphill struggles are coming thick and fast,

I thought there would be some grace, moments to catch my breath as

I learn to surf the waves of maternal grief,

But it is raining rocks and there is no shelter in the ocean,

I dive beneath the surface,

Hold my breath,

To feel any kind of relief but it is here,

Where we get to work,

When no one else can see what is coming,

We don’t dont hide do we mum,

We face it,

Knowing that a mess left to fester,

Is a worse mess,

Rinse the cereal from the bowl,

Before you need to chip it like cement.

Sometimes we can be wrong, but at least we did something,

Let the mud dry,

Before you brush it off

Urgent, fast action is not always what is needed

but at least we did

Something!

What is everyone else doing?

They are standing out of our way,

Watching in awe,

But now it is just me and I wish it wasn’t Mum,

I don’t want to be the only one