Sacrifice
she knows naught of a life that is her own,
so giving all she has to mate and brood ...
and tho deep-down within, she burns alone,
for just one treasured passion that is hers,
her kids and husband, precious saboteurs ...
require her love, and selfless fortitude.
a dream of dancing feet is now the haunt
of little feet that danced into her heart,
and one knight, true, her charming confidant.
so maybe, one day, she will twirl her toes,
but she has no regrets, as goodness knows ...
a wife and mother ... play the grandest parts.
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