There was a girl who prayed for good,
Relishing one's motherhood:
She cooks and cleans,
Sometimes it seems
To be the endless kind of route.
The wheel of friends was shrink as hell,
And no one does her ever tell,
That being strong is not her fault,
That life would bring another hold;
Another dream will soon come true,
There won't be need in burden proof:
She will be proud of who she is
And raise her daughter in relief.
Relief comes to the one, who waits,
And good is worth the time it takes.
January 2016'
there was a girl
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