She gives without keeping, not a thing as her own,
Her smile is the warmth, where love has grown.
Years she’s traded for happiness unknown,
Her youth sacrificed, seeds of kindness sown.

In her heart, a small girl waits,
For dreams unsung, beyond life's gates.
Yet the mother she is stands true and tall,
Lifting her children above it all.

Her child tries with all their might,
To match her love, to do what’s right.
But the mother whispers, soft and low,
"Take what I give, for you must grow."

With each step forward, dreams unfurl,
To carry the weight, to gift her the world.
One day, her child will lift her high,
To the dreams she’s wished beneath the sky.

For she is still a girl, with hopes unspent,
And a promise made, as heaven-sent:
To let her rest, to give her joy anew,
For the world she missed, her child will pursue.

~Rupa