Pained at 6, gasping at 15, persevering to a continuous 21.
A determination almost forgotten,
Filled with awareness my closest blood is already done.
Both "bless-ed" with short limbs, and "cheating" physics;
You disobeying friction with socks and wood,
I relying on equal and opposite force of floor to chest.
Each day - Have you done yours? Yes. In a row? Yes.
O Brother, how long (for mother's love) shall we do this?