Woman
Sharon Moemise
Her hands are rough, her nails chapped
the lines on her face etched, uncountable.
She rubs her hip and scratches her arms
dry from daily chores and lack of sleep
She sits a while on a bench in the sun
to catch a moment's catnap.
Then suddenly she jumps up
the kids will be home soon,
her husband yelling for attention.
Scuttling from one corner to the next,
Always smiling at her family as she does
Kids are home, bursting with complaints
expecting miracles, receiving wonders
Not once stopping to say "thank you".
She is a woman with hope and intuition
She nurtures, she gives, and never receives
She expects none, because she's a woman, a wife
Never forgetting, that above all, she's a mother
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- Comment from author about the poem: Happy Mother's Day to all the wonderful, strong super women in the world.
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Thanks SHARON for a lovely tribute to all our MOMS ! As I get older I love my MOM more & more each day. She does all you say in your poem ~ with a smile and never ever goes in strike ! Remember when GOD created EVE He had a chance to look at ADAM and iron out all the FAULTS ~ i Thank GOD for every LADY on Earth ~ AMEN ! Hugs BRIAN~ Please check my Poem ~ Thanks B.
Thank you, my dear friend. I will check it out
Very good write.
Thank you
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