Am I a Bad Mother?

A poem

Am I a bad mother?

I try so hard to do things the right way. 

Yet, it doesn’t stop me from questioning,

If I’m doing what’s best for my kids each day. 

Some days I’m so exhausted,

That I can’t give them much energy. 

Other days I’m so busy and overwhelmed,

That my patience is nowhere to be seen. 

Some days I am so triggered,

And I yell before I have a chance to think. 

Other days I feel like I’m drowning,

And isolate myself before I reach the brink. 

Most days I give my kids everything I have,

Even if that means nothing left in the tank for me. 

I would rather cater to them and their needs,

Because this time with them will soon flee.

I know I am a good mother,

But the handful of bad moments cast doubt. 

It’s so easy to succumb to this pit of guilt,

Until it feels like there is no way out. 

So, am I a bad mother?

I ask myself this question every day. 

But I need to remember I am a great mother,

There was just a bad segment in my day.