She wakes before the world can see,
Rubs her eyes, prepares her tea.
The kids are calling, time moves fast,
No moment lingers, nothing lasts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
First, she packs the little bags,
Checks the homework, grabs the tags.
Then off she goes, another race,
Between the workplace and her place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some are married, some alone,
Single moms who build a home.
No helping hand, no one near,
Yet still, they push despite the fear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Young mothers, barely grown,
Holding babies on their own.
Dreams postponed but never gone,
They work all night, then face the dawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then, the widows, hearts so strong,
Carrying pain, yet moving on.
They wipe the tears, they wear a smile,
Though grief may stay for quite a while.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Step moms too, a love so deep,
Raising kids they didn\u2019t keep.
Bridging gaps with care so true,
Making families out of two.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Despite it all, the endless weight,
The love, the loss, the twist of fate
They show up strong, they stand up tall,
They give their children, friends, their all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then night arrives, she takes a seat,
Finally, rests her aching feet.
But even then, inside her head,
Tomorrow\u2019s list is being read.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The world may ask, “How do they cope?”
They smile, they fight, they cling to hope.
For every tear and every test,
A working mom still gives her best.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So here\u2019s to you, your love, your grace,
Your endless strength, your steady pace.
Today we cheer, today we see,
A mother works relentlessly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n