Mother’s Commitment
Bubbling with triumphant mirth
then weeping midst frustration…
heart strives to strike a balance
between composure and chaos…
projecting strength under grace while
anchored by prayer not to fall…
staying poised in the crucible of stress
yet serenely hiding hopelessness mask…
vibrant soul today faces tomorrow's mysteries
expectant of miracles yon realities...
that’s the mother in me who champions
life-building commitment with: “So help me, God.”
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2025
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