I See You Working Hard for Me

　　I see you working hard for me

　　And wonder what it means:

　　Whether I will do the same

　　And give up my own dreams

　　To offer someone else my world,

　　A stranger from my womb,

　　And say: Here, take my life,

　　So you, not I, can bloom.

　　I often wonder at the depth

　　Of that cool sacrifice;

　　I know it can't be "just because,"

　　Or simply to be nice.

　　It is so awesome, I can't think

　　How I could make that choice,

　　Except I see something in you

　　That gives my own heart voice.

　　I see sometimes a happiness

　　Amid the stressed-out day

　　That no one else can hope to know

　　In any other way.

　　I feel it when you look at me

　　And understand sometimes

　　That things I do, I do for two,

　　And then your hard life shines.

　　And when I give you grief, I know

　　That all the bitter pain

　　Between a mom and growing child

　　Is simply like the rain

　　That alternates with sunny days,

　　Passion without end,

　　While underneath is more of life

　　Than we can comprehend.

　　And then I know, perhaps, why I

　　Like you might be so moved

　　To give my life to someone else,

　　And know that I have loved.