Novel Mom

When's It Gonna End It Doesn't Look Good For Us, My Friend Chaos has been unleashed People are dying in the streets When's it gonna end It doesn't look good for us, my friend Thoughts and prayers And heartbreak is near For people we love People we hold dear Friend or foe, these days It’s hard to know When’s it gonna end? It doesn’t look good for us, my friend Hate, hate, it’s everywhere Where can we be safe Where can we find peace When can we get there We can’t get along We can’t listen or hear We can't agree and don’t even try We can’t be kind? Why? Why? Sadness, sadness every day More bad news, more people die Or they live and they suffer And we don’t even try When’s it gonna end It doesn’t look good for us, my friend It gets closer and closer, every day We think, we’ll just go, we’ll move away Where, where are you gonna go Where you will be safe With no violence, no hate No corner of this earth has peace When’s it gonna end? It doesn’t look good for us, my friend

Original drawing by Sarah Steele Unless you are a Mother,  and I don't care which kind, you don't know. You don't know what it is to love before you even know, to grieve the way a mother grieves the pain, the sadness, the joy and the happiness  associated with motherhood, you just don't know. You don't know how helpless it is to stand by and watch during tough times, during good times, during painful times as your child tries to right herself and get through because she can't let you down. I stand and watch the pain,  the sickness and the frustration and I wish, I pray, I hope there will be something I can do  to simply make it stop.   When people are unkind, when life is unkind when she suffers, when she is unwell. The floor is cold, but I sit there with her until it passes.  I rub her head, if that is what she wants. I fetch a cold, wet cloth if that is what she wants. I rub the scented o