Sweat of a Widow

Always turned out to be tensed, If she hear her sons are in merse, Wish to provide all she have to, Inflicted with hardship,to whom does she look up to? Sacrifice drops anytime from her sweats, To put smiles and comfort into the children's hearts, She doesn't get missing from that priority, Her hope is in GOD's conformity, "For that's where help comes from",she whispers to herself, Tradition took all the results of the husbands effort, Leaving nothing as source of daily bread, Beautiful and ebonic as she was, Feels dismayed and left alone, The complexion and weight is gone, "I don't care to disgrace myself in this phase, Getting my future champions on a rightful staircase, With extremism,stress holds me tightly, Why am I feeling so wimpy? Won't let my eyes deceive me, Won't allow the ears change my plans, Though,I don't seem to be presentable in blanks, Will surely have a better new me tomorrow",she heeded to that remarks, "Surely,good time awaits us, Prayers and hardworking will surely acknowledge your strong hand after today, The travelling has brought souls into fain, We've being chastised,your prayers have rescued us ideally",the first son appreciated her, On rail,poverty thought to be a pathway to meet friends, It rather set the description membrane of class they belonged to; Place them on,"No friends bench", "What else do we need hence?" Didn't know it will be at this time, Those days when nothing made me fine, I stepped on a broken right, Confidence wasn't part in the early preparations, Friendship originates when one swims in richies, This is my daughter;she goes by your name, A dedication to your sacrificial shame, And this is the mum,wedded wife of mine; You weren't able to attend our wedding ceremony in the Englishman's land, That was the younger son, After hours,the alarm sounded when morning approached from the sparkling sun, Everyone rose for new story from the greatest one.