I Am the Fountain

Life has changed,
much as time has rearranged my face.
Love used to be a fountain of praise and comfort,
where I would often drink my fill.

The fountain remains,
but no longer do I drink sweetly.
I pour forth and others thrive.
I am the fountain.
I am a Mom.

Does my thirst influence the big scheme of things?
or does it only matter that I quench?
I wonder if I have enough to give?
I must replenish my supply of good and positive things.
I'd hate to die an untimely death
of emotional malnutrition.

Then, suddenly they surprise me,
when, as childeren often do, they backwash!
I find myself bathed in the love and comfort
I thought I had given away!

©Paula McCarty