A Mother's Memory

Push, Push, Strain
Through water and blood.
A mother's memories flood;
she recalls the reward, not the pain.

A smile, a twinkle of eye
Always smells so sweet.
Tiny hands, tiny feet
In delighted joy, she cries.

Praying, trying to guide
as bored 15-year-old just stares
thinking that no one cares!
She cries as this memory is filed.

Another 15 years go by -
So much shame, a mother cries
tears of pain, emotional strain.
But a mother will always by him will stand by.

More memories for a mother to store;
to smile through her tears, sighs.
He now knows he has to try
to give some sweet good memories to store!