Woman’s Love

Poems and Things

She was a breakfast, lunch, and dinner maker, and the world thought this alone would break her. But each passing day she grew in wisdom, learning to cherish her place, her kingdom.

Her pride crumbled, like a boulder at sea. The wind and the water stripping selfishness and greed. She became as her mother before her was; what a beautiful lineage of woman’s love.

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