The Perfect Mother

Yes I am a mother,

Not always do I know 

The reason my child seems low.

My world too turns dark, I just cannot be ever bright,

I too struggle to figure out the right.

I do possess maternal instincts

These are not magic sticks.

So I too make unintentional mistakes.

Sometimes the naughtiness irritates me.

I might turn cold,

And harshly scold.

Yes I am a mother 

Kindly don't expect

Me to always be perfect.

Like godmothers are treated with respect 

But they are humans, please accept.