Self-Sacrifice

A poem about a mother's selfless dedication to her children

Self-Sacrifice
by: christine31


The children sitting at the breakfast table,
so quiet and peaceful,
have no idea
how much I have done for them.

The lights are on,
a fire in the fireplace,
so many things to be grateful for.

I scrubbed floors,
cleaned toilets,
even cleaned the desks of many politicians,
so the four of them could fulfill their dreams.

We have gone without lights,
without warmth for so long
so they can be teachers,
or nurses,
or doctors.

I smile at them
from across the table.
They are so sweet
and so full of innocence.
I have no regrets
of giving up on my dreams.
To experience their joy and happiness,
is the best gift ever
and one I would never hesitate to do again.