A Mother Denied

We are one of the other, I am their home

I have no legs, but provide them space to roam

I have no arms, but all of their weight I do hold

No words of my own, but many stories I’ve told

They like change, they don’t like things to stay the same

I oblige with new weather, they call it a new name

I can change four times, they call it seasons

I do it for a mother’s love and no other reason

They have preference on weather, to each their own

And I honor each difference, a trait a mother has shown

There are some that love my winter’s freeze

While others who prefer a warmer breeze

I hear them whisper silent woes

And listen while they speak of hurt from foe

I provide them with warmth of sun and canopy of tree

For them to process and weep privately

Does not a mother sit with hard feelings?

And provide comfort through uncomfortable things

I am capable of doing that and more

For it is empathy that I have to bore

I acknowledge and see that they feel pain

Like a mother I unconsciously mirror that pain

When they are hurting just a small amount, I bring rain

But when their pain and hurt is heavy, hurricane

They feel that from me they are independent

That their life is not one that I represent

They feel that they are their own entity

Do they not understand that they come from me?

I hope that one day they will wake up and see

I am their mother and they belong with me

For although without a government name

Are we really not one of the same?