Is there an expiration date for mothers?

A question not often thought of

Shelf life of some kind or another

Dairy is dated, so why not love

Turning down the dial on feeling

From maternal high to simmering care

Press restart for a heart healing

A respite from refereeing seems fair

Pouring into others, year after year

Love exhausted sours to self hate

Overladen my arms can no longer bear

Spoilt maternity needs an end date

Reserves at empty, situation dire

Starving at the table, waiting to expire