my mother randomnly created this poem...
thinking about muncHs' mom yesterday about 0230am, and the ideas bursting through...
and she took a pencil and wrote it down. and as below :
hail with grace,
life is fragile,
handle it with prayer.
women, women burning bright,
working with all her might,
challenge her and she will fight,
not for power, not for crest,
but for the sake of doing her best,
leaving her life for the rest.
may god bless women,
the candle that burns bright,
the all sacrifising element,
in the creation of life.
and that's very sweet of her.
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