The all encompassing, all loving mother, wife,
stands a pole to her family,
a rope to bind them.
The cross with arms wide open,
to take in all the tantrums and love.
To bleed for others' smiles,
shed the water in
and wipe the tears out.
Taking in the fears,
the strength of the home,
the pillar that never falls
but frails.
Withers in old age,
with memories for company.
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