The day begins with shouts and screams children needing to be fed and cleaned The night passed away so fast Feelings of rest just don't last Offspring now are off to learn Spouse departs under pressure to earn Alone in the house with her thoughts Dreading the future demands of her boss Dressed, pressed, and neatly groomed Off to work fighting against inner gloom Visions of a future where labors cease Bring comfort to the present times of no relief A woman worn, weathered, and watchful Holding the family together against the doubtful A precious jewel above all others Bow in reverence to the working mother. Inspiration: Poem demonstrating the life of a working mother. Today's working mother is what I call today's The Modern Virtuous Woman. Based upon Proverbs 31:10 – "Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies..” © 2021 The Refined Poet. All rights reserved.
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