Every woman has a dream,
To find her knight in shining armor—
The one who would make her queen.
With a house and two children,
A boy and a girl to make her life complete.
With a strong, working man
Who gets paid every week.
She keeps her house clean
From the bottom to the top.
Even when everyone is fast asleep,
Her job doesn’t stop.
She checks on her children
And says a prayer for each one.
As she picks up their socks—
A mother’s work is never done.
As the morning comes around,
She is already up,
Sitting at the kitchen table
With coffee in her cup.
Making her loved one breakfast,
As she’s done this for years.
She just wants to be remembered—
“The Mother of Hidden Tears.”