For All Mothers

any other presence in the kitchen is a threat to her empire... none knows her pots and pans and the purpose they're for except herself... cooking is her forte, she believes; none can be as good at it as her she can't relish what others cook to her, she is the ultimate! pain she gulps smiles she shares doctor, she never needs for nothing can touch her is her belief... slightest bruise mildest pain on others is what she can't tolerate! condemned to glorification trapped in stereotype motherhood, she is a victim of utopian motherhood! ode to one's mother is ode to every mother nurtured and reared on the fact that women cease to be human once they're mothers!