Three of my own, four not mine,
Seven kids, age one to nine!
Now let me explain, best I can,
You see, a long month it's been.
Approached with a mother's prayer,

Within my very self, Chaos has once again begun his monocratic reign.
Drawn to the Outlet away from town, a crude rambling road my soul knows so well,

I am a holder of many titles.

Daughter of two life-long lovers,
Sister to two brotherly siblings.

Birth name gave way to nickname.

Friend to many folks I know,

My husband, you are the one I chose for life,
To live forever more as man and wife.

With an exchange of rings and a sealing kiss,
We two became one, united in bliss.

In this world small children are abound,
yet there is a place that none can be found.
Lots of room in home and heart for caring,
but she has no chance of childbearing.

To you, as your mommy I was once known.
From baby to toddler to young child, you've grown.
My patient love & care saw you through your firsts.

Ambiguous aberration abets
Being bemasks bearing
Chaos claims character
Denial deters development
Endlessly engaged…embittered
Flawless fervid flags
Grasping gratitude…gypped