11/05/2025
A Mother’s Sacrifice
She wakes before the morning light,
With weary eyes but spirit bright.
The world still sleeps, but she begins,
A silent war she always wins.
She gives her time, her dreams, her grace,
Wears quiet strength upon her face.
Her hands may tire, her body ache,
Yet never does her courage break.
She hides her tears behind a smile,
Walks every extra, painful mile.
Her joy is stitched in every chore,
Her love, a tide that floods the shore.
She trades her needs for others’ peace,
Finds hope in moments that never cease.
She asks for little, gives her all—
A fortress strong, though seeming small.
So when you speak of saints and kings,
Of heroes, stars, and mighty things,
Remember first the heart so wide—
A mother’s love, her selfless pride.
