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On Mothers…

On Mothers...
For all the ways
we seem the same,
I struggle with our difference.

With mothers made
 from matching molds
You'd think I'd find resemblance!

So why am I
recalcitrant –
obsessed with deviation.

While you require
more restful dreams
and peaceful recreation.

What urge inspires
my pensive state –
Obsessive machinations.

While leaving you
to easy chairs –
and peaceful contemplation.