There she walks...gray haired, stooped over, using a cane, gnarled hand shaking. Is this the girl he married? Is she so fine? Does sugar run from her lips? Is this the face that could launch a thousand ships? It almost seems an affront to society to consider her a flawless beauty. But there she is...Once a blushing bride...so gentle and small...Now ignored and overlooked as she passes by. Making a shuffling sound as goes along her way.
"Mommy I fell down"... an all too familiar sound echoing through her ears. "I'm hungry, what's for dinner"..."Mom, can you help me with this?" The now shaking hand once wiped a nose and scrubbed the floor, ironed the prom dress and iced a cake... all within the blink of an eye...with the expertise of a professional kept a balanced budget...kissed her man good-bye as he left for the job...permed her hair and changed the linen...and smiled as she helped with homework assignments....never too tired to kiss a boo-boo...or lead a prayer at bedtime.
Not a decorated hero nor a valiant warrior off to war. Battles fought in silence...now obscure and ignored. Take heed all you around..there goes the greatest paladin of them all...there goes a Mother...statuesque not tall.
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