there is depth in me that is
much like the sea
and on days of my greatest gleam
i am the woman who manages
what some may say is the impossible
a son, a daughter, i have them all
and nothing prevents me from
keeping them calm, in great winds,
in the roughest rain,
the sight of my eyes, the searing pain
of life's hard road,
it all bulds to a glorious strength,
the strength of the women before me,
it is the depth of a worldly woman.
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