By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2011, Poetess Defy, Denise Fyffe

Sometimes she forgets herself
And forget what she is worth
She steeps low, giving more than she can afford;

She is the mule you pass on your way
Shouldering a burden
That she has been left alone, to face;

She is the cornerstone in her world
Because many were not man enough
To allow her to grow slowly
Into a woman, from a girl;

She is the plumber
That fixes her children’s leaks
As they cry for dinner, cry for clothes, cry for attention
That she wishes she too could receive;

She is mother, she is provider
She is worker, she is father
She is head cook and bottle washer
She is Finsac, and Manatt in their world
She is everything, a mother of pearls;

She is jack of all trades
She is master of many
She is the one that keeps them from a life of crime
The morals in their veins
She is the one they will disappoint if they end up doing time;

She provides the bread
She is the pillow for their head
She is the shoulder they rest on
When a world of problems rests on their head;

She is builder, using her bare hands
She is farmer, tilling a soil
That refuses to supply anything more
Than worms and ants;

She sees the light where there isn’t any
She hears the answer at the start of her journey
She is the key that unlocks the doors of difficulty in her children’s lives
She is the ideal mother, provider, caregiver and wife.

Sometimes she forgets herself
And forget what she is worth
She steeps low, giving more than she can afford;

She is you, she is me
She is every woman who ever blessed this earth
Those who have gone and those who still breathe.