There was a time I would say try me
Never afraid of being bucked down
Long trotting horses could set me free
Despite how it made my husband frown
But time went on and the babies came
Promising I wouldn’t safety up
And although I refused to be tame
I’d lost that adventure of a pup
One compromise and then another
A branding season without a hope
My first job was being a mother
Obligations came before my rope
My former glory all but forgot
When I rode big horses and nice spades
Pride in things that could never be bought
Where love and time were supporting aids
Now I yearn for both of my sons to know
The title mom isn’t my bio
How deep and wild my passion flows
How trotting out still makes my heart glow
Will they see the sacrifice I made
Or just a desperate clinging attempt
To hang onto the life I portrayed
Or worse, think that they were my contempt?
I’d trade every single day a horseback
I’ve ever had to do this again
Sell every bit of silver and tack
For a chance that they’d become great men
Nah, I guess I haven’t lost my nerve
Just reprioritized things is all
For it’s a privilege to get to serve
As mom when my boys are riding tall
Lifestyle
June 23, 2017
