Day 9 - She, The Home

Losing all that she called her own

She is now on the road

Will she dread, despair, and surrender?

Or stand up mustering the courage

Arduous might be the long road

But she and her extended self will walk hand in hand

She is THE MOTHER

Sad and torn she might be

But for her child she, the protector.

In the darkest nights

Like those glistening fireflies

She will sow dreams in her kid’s eyes

Aah! World is unsure

Life so strange but

She, the mother

Permanent succor.

Wherever is mother

The home is there.