Heroines who live amongst the lands,
With such sweet-smelling calloused hands,
A day is set to honor your courage.
A plaque is placed upon thy stage,
“In reverence to all you saintly mothers
As martyrs to life beyond all others.”
 
Fighting for the lives of their blessed young,
Heroines with swords over tightly spun,
Around the perimeters of home and refuge,
They fight ‘til the end as if nothing to lose.
Hail to the mothers who battle and weep,
Your martyred life is now complete.
Heaven honors thy maternal bravery.

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Nelson D Reyes
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Nelson D Reyes
8 months

How true. Our maternal lineage all the way down to the dawn of time incubated us, brought us to where we are now even as I digitally posting this. That’s how saintly they are and will continue to be.

Like. Thanks Robert.

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