I bet the mitochondria
inside the cells in my brain
are probably the only things
that make the most sense
in an otherwise imprudent,
awry, and capricious head
since the miniscule,
circular DNA in there
is purely my mother’s,
and I am grateful for that,
but I wish I was more like her-
composed and perceptive,
even though my heart does
break a little
every time I look in the mirror
and the all too familiar
worry lines on a face,
that looks quite like my mother’s,
stare right back at me;
I hope it is a good thing, too.
©Aaysid
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers, motherly sisters, motherly fathers, and to anyone who’s like a mother to someone! 😊❤
My previous posts dedicated to mothers can be found here and here.😊
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