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