Although
worry numbs
her heart,
she’ll not
complain
as she helps
dear ones
recover,
from their
hurts.
Smiling
she
always
hides her
pain.
Though
stressed,
she’ll hum
a lullaby,
a hymn of hope,
as she waits for
dawns fresh
gleam of light
to rise, to clear
away the darkest
shadows of
her night.
Bob Blackwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mother-17/
