Me, On being a Mom

There is a constant stream of dialogue flowing in my head.

And when I wake from a crazy dream, I write down what was said.
Where did the time go, how did I get here? What do I do with all the words I hear.

I try and to make sense of all that happens each day and careful what I do more so what I say.
I love my kids, as most moms do, and try to be the supermom too.
It doesn't always work, this supermom stuff, but I tell myself, "eh, close enough."
So here I am, the mom of three, trying to be the best mom I can be.
Living my life one day at time, wondering what my mom would of done had their been enough time.

She left my life suddenly one day, and soon after "I'm pregnant" is what I had to say.
A mom without a Mom. There is not harder job. No Mom to give advice, No mom to shed a tear.
I press on day by day, and occasionally I know just what she'd say.
But on the times I go it alone, I know that she's watching overme, my family and my home.