The life of a Mother, so filled with strife,
Her struggles from early morning 'til late in the night,
A young life she was meant to nurture,
A young life that left her no time for leisure.
The daily grind, it was never-ending,
A life of constant sacrifice, never pretending,
The weariness in her eyes revealed her plight,
But she never gave in, no matter how hard the fight.
Her tears that she cried were hidden from view,
And though she was tired, she made her way through,
For the sake of her children, she never gave up,
In her heart, she could never be corrupt.
She knew the struggles would never subside,
But the love for her children would always provide her strength,
The life of a mother, so filled with strife,
Her struggles never ending, throughout her life.