Sixth Poem

(Inspired by Sara Kay's line "Your father is a warrior and I am a worrier.")

I am a worrier.

There are a jumble of thoughts

Scattered in my mind

Of everything I must complete

Before leaving you.

They are concerns that 

Keep me awake at night,

Make me pray every morning,

And taunt me throughout my day.

I know you wish that

I only worry for myself

But just because you're my mother 

And your job is to care for me

Doesn't mean I can't sometimes

Take care of you.

I give you everything I don't need.

They are not my leftovers,

But things I can live without.

I cannot make the same sacrifices

As a mother can,

But I can help you as a daughter

Who  thankfully already sees

And understands the struggles 

That a mother faces

To keep the younger ones

Well fed, clothed, and rested.

I can't give you all my life savings,

But I can show you that

At least for some time 

You don't have to worry about me.

Give me the opportunity 

To watch out for you.

Let me give you what I can.

Let me worry the way you do

So I can be the warrior that your are.

Te amo, mamí.