But You Never Lost Your Dignity Poem by Mark Heathcote

Cuts and bruises came easily
but healing took you
until the end of your life
cuts and bruises came easily
but you were a battered wife
without independence, without a life.

Pain and anguish were your seasonings
his kisses were your salt and pepper
as you languished in the chains of your soul
but you never lost your dignity
and resourcefully; kept your sanity all your life.

An ice-cold compress lies across your heart
all the time, but you're not repressed
you've got your children's best interest
to heal you. And you are their hero
you are their mom, their nurse, their angel.

Their fairy godmother is their best friend too.
You are the earth and the moon and stars
it's to you where their best prospects rest
it's to you they learn it's a mother who makes a nest.
But cuts and bruises came easily
and healing took you
until the end of your life.