MOTHER
Mother; A love language that translates Into the same meaning in every nook And cranny of the world; The one being that describes LOVE Better than the word itself. Mother; An embodiment of countless sacrifices That no matter how grave and deep the wounds those sacrifices inflict, Remains more constant in her Toils for love than change is constant. Mother; Providence’s most marvelous creation and The one great marvel that even the World’s greatest scientists cannot explain; Hers was a childhood that knew Cold days an endless dark nights. The ground she walked on ate into The soles of her feet and drained Life’s juice out of her But onwards, she soldiered! The currents of life’s heavy wind pushed her Backwards as faceless hands beat the strength out of her but the purity of will In her heart pushed her forward. Now, in her time as a mother, With the blood left in her veins And the little strength left in her body, She continues her toil to build A heaven in the land of men