Diminishing returns of motherhood

I don't have a mother and yet I also do

my mother is a mother of 12 a mother 12 times over so much a mother she's the epitome of the word no one holds the title "mother" more than her

and yet I don't know her and she doesn't know me we're long-time acquaintances long-term strangers and I can't be mad because I know it's not her fault

how do you fit 12 calls into a day? when is there the time to visit 12 different homes across 4 different states?

I know my mother loves me It's just that she can't be there for us all choices have to be made no love is big enough to split a person 12 ways

someone had to sacrifice so some could have a mother I don't remember volunteering I don't know who decided It's a burden I was born with to be what falls to the wayside for the epitome of mothers

It's not that she doesn't love me It's just that she never calls

It's not that she doesn't miss me It's just that she never visits

It's not that she doesn't care It's just that she forgets me

and that's fine because I also don't call or visit or care