#WritcoStoryChallenge
#WomensDay


She smiled with quiet determination,
The journey was tough but so was she...
You can notice the way she looks,
Her beauty fades.
Her hair was messed up,
Her skin turned dark brown,
Her nails are like the back of the turtle,
Her palms with thousands of scars,
She aged like counting stars.
She's skinny and hungry.
But her smile sends a vibes,
Of positivity, she brings to her family,
She's the mother of nine,
With full ability,
Raising them, to survive,
To keep up the race of her journey...
She never forgot,
Her problems are plenty,
Her tears fell...
When she checks her money is twenty.
She wipes her tears so as not to be shown,
She prayed to give her strength,
For her family, Shell endures,
To protect them and ensure.
She's the mother of nine,
and her kids gonna be fine...
They will stick together,
As they plan,
I am glad I am one of nine,
She's my Mother,
and I love her forever...




© RoseVielga