The Beauty of a Mother.
The beauty of a mother is hard to describe.
It shines from the inside out with a grace that is refined.
It is courageously caring and bold,
And let’s the Maker mold.
It is faithful in modesty,
And shows how it can be trusted by her honesty.
Without a mope,
It laughs at fear and holds daringly onto hope.
While groping through the uncertainty of confusion,
It just puts on a straight face and keeps movin’.
At night, it twists and turns, thinking about fear and what is near.
But soon realizes, that the end is not here,
But that God is right there.
So in this courageous battle of a mother,
She is not a bother,
But is a sure hero to all who know her.
It shines from the inside out with a grace that is refined.
It is courageously caring and bold,
And let’s the Maker mold.
It is faithful in modesty,
And shows how it can be trusted by her honesty.
Without a mope,
It laughs at fear and holds daringly onto hope.
While groping through the uncertainty of confusion,
It just puts on a straight face and keeps movin’.
At night, it twists and turns, thinking about fear and what is near.
But soon realizes, that the end is not here,
But that God is right there.
So in this courageous battle of a mother,
She is not a bother,
But is a sure hero to all who know her.
Please have a cup of tea with me today.
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