She sighs as she makes her prayers,

“Lord, give us our daily bread and protection.”

The child lies in bed, fed and rested

in the comfort of the mother’s love.

What will tomorrow bring, she wonders.

Her day starts early;

She prays for strength to see her through.

‘Tis another day and she must make it.

The child, clean and fed, school waits.

She hugs and whispers, “I love you son.”

She rushes for the bus.

Shelter and security she must provide.

The lad she must discipline, nurturing,

Cheering in victory,

Reassuring in life’s abandon.

‘Tis in courage, honor, she faces her lot.

Surely, it isn’t easy!