She is humble but blessed
Calm and reserved
For she knows her worth
It springs forth even when she's not acknowledged
She sacrifices all, gives all, bears all and even endures all
As she awaits the prize of her pain
For it's is what she lives for and draws joy
Even when tomorrow seem blank
The past pain is forgotten
But replaced by wonder
As she holds her child
For what seems like months of pain came with a life time of joy
This is her consolation
Happy mother's day...
This story was written for World Pulse’s Girls Transform the World Digital Action Campaign.
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