The True Warrior

Never complains instead fights the good war
Wonders when will it end?
A perfect woman who makes mistakes
Only fights to see her offspring succeed
A true warrior she is

She fights demons daily
And respect must be giving
May the flowers blossom when she passes by
May the sun shine when she wakes up
May the earth bow down to her feet
For a true warrior she is

She kills and punches without recognition
The enemy will eventually be in prison
Sleepless nights she resists
An endless torture she lives
The true warrior she is...

 

Dedicated to Mom

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is dedicated to my mom and all the mothers which are not recognized for the efforts.

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Brandon Bernstein's picture

I really like this. Good job.