A young woman
stands in line.
She is tired.
Tired from the kids.
Tired from work.
Tired from walking.
A young woman
stands in line.
Her hair is pulled back.
Her t-shirt is
stained from breakfast,
or last night’s dinner.
A young woman
stands in line.
She glances at the
beautiful people
on the magazine covers,
their lives a dream.
A young woman
stands in line.
Her young boy
tugs on her pant leg.
He holds a piece of candy.
No honey, put it back.
A young woman
stands in line.
Her buggy is full
of dollar store bargains,
and a cake mix
for dessert.
A young woman
stands in line.
At her side
a stroller cradles
her sleeping daughter.
The boy smiles.
A young woman
stands in line.
She will likely never
own a business
or empower other women
or be held in high esteem.
A young woman
Stands in line.
She is tired,
But her love
is patient and kind
and endures all things.
A young woman
stands in line.
She is a mother.
Nothing else matters
And her children
will call her blessed.
copyright 2017, joseph e bird
April 19, 2017 at 11:10 am
You are seeing things through the Father’s eyes.
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April 19, 2017 at 11:16 am
a kind comment.
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