Mother

A poem by Sophie Harrold

quietly,
with no one noticing,
She moves the branches aside.

humbly,
when no one else can see,
She cares for everyone.

sweetly,
while everyone else is having fun,
She stays behind.

in Her life,
people hear Her without listening,
they see Her without looking,
but She continues to move the branches aside.

without Her,
they would falter,
with Her,
they will thrive.

but one question remains,
for Her,
who will move the branches aside?