Mothers have their fulfillment in their daughters
Who have known the fullness of their love
The lost days, the many ways it took
Tracking tomorrows in side paths
Sorrows no one else knows
When you have none
It's a different
Story or if
You're
Single
You
Will never
Know the pain
Of childbirth a mother
Goes through or the numbing
Hopelessness which she battles when
Alone, she undertakes rearranging plans, making
Things work, so her daughters survive daily struggles
Then again, if you are your mother's daughter
You would know survival no matter
On your own, in a faraway
Country, walking away
When done,
Steadfast
As your
Mom
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