Working Mother

I espied upon her, a proud mother with her brood. She stood ramrod straight and regal. Her kids gathered around her, busy suckling her nipples. I watched her looking out at the gathering crowd as genteel dawn was chased away by rowdy business like sun rays.

As the commuters increased in the throughway, she walked away into the inner nooks taking her children with her. She might be a bitch but her concern for the safety of her kids stood her in stead. For me, that regal one stood neck to neck with any struggling working mother in the city.