HERO MOMMA

A shot to her side...a steady smile,
A shot to her spine...a believing eye
A shot to her neck...a defensive arm,
For the care of her born...a non stop breath.

The arrows...the pains,
The arrows...the toils,
The arrows...the drills,
The arrows...her strength,

For you...for me,
A hero momma.

💞💞💞💞💞

- CarL I. -

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