Strong Woman

A special poem I wrote for my mum. She’s all this and much much more…wonder if she knew I was writing about her when she read this. :love:

It has passed midnight but
She still sits by the fireplace
Glancing up to watch the time go by
Her nimble fingers still hard at work

Satisfied with the her labour of love
She slowly struggles to stand up
Her knees hurting from the scrubbing
Her back aching from the standing

She hobbles past her angels
Both safely tucked in bed
She wipes a tear from her eye
Thank God, tonight they didn’t cry

Lying on that rickety old bed
She tries to fall asleep
With scraps of bread for her angels to be fed
Her hunger pangs have now taken a leap

She dreams of snow white dresses
And pretty pink bows
A table laden with food
Enough to make you drool

She smiles tho’ still asleep
And hugs her pillow tight
She pulls the blanket tighter
To keep the warmth inside

She wakes up with a start
And wipes her sleepy eyes
She thanks the Lord for she’s alive
To seize the day and fight to survive.
Yvy @ 29/7/2005