Mother
They call her Mother!!
Ingrained care
besought her every step.
Standing before Judges and Kings,
her chivalry sought to escape her.
She might not be
an everyday queen
she sought to be
but
her grace
falls on every struggling echidna.
Mother, why live only for others
and neglect the satisfaction of your soul?
The voice of faith would say:
You can all do both
in an insanely biased world!
Happy Mother’s Day
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