Mom Of Many

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There is no count
Of the lives of the children she’s touched.
Her love hasn’t any boundary.
She never considered their plights that of misery.

She herself has suffered so,
With a great many things faced.
Never does she seem downtrodden or low,
So sad it will be when she goes.

Her function here is without fear.
Striving evermore,
She has never kept score.
I believe before she leaves,
HE will tally that score
With each child’s life she has made complete.

If she’s faint of heart—it never shows.
Mention her children and she glows.
Having the largest heart,
The biggest part
Being the role she plays.

She prays that her time for each child is never to end.
If it is so, hope only to have it begin again.
Child after child after child,
She makes their lives whole.
When she’s gone
There’ll be many a large, empty hole.

This poem was written about a lovely woman who is surely bound for sainthood if she hasn’t already achieved it. She has adopted a huge, lovely family whilst going through a few medical hardships of her own.

6 Comments
  1. Medea says

    straight to the soul, like it

  2. Alto Adige says

    You’ve done a solid duty with this poem. I respect that.

  3. Hennie Heinbach says

    We enjoyed this poetry created by you. thnx

  4. Hadar Ehrlichmann says

    Very sensitive poem. Very good.

  5. Cassio Tenzo says

    I truly don’t understand why anyone would disagree with that. I think that sounds like it is something to appear a lot more closely at. I really feel occasionally alot of people can be pretty narrow minded when it arrives that. Well thats all for now, appear forward to more post and information.. Talk to you later. “As in life, Chill for best results”

  6. Anastasia Young says

    I had forgotten this was published. Sadly she has since passed but not before adopting 6 more.

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