LYDIA

Blinded by streaming tears,
Sight dimmed and blurry,
She found her sweet escape,
And with that, she found herself.

With one purpose only,
She toiled every night and day,
To provide for all her babes,
In a world of much negativity.

They all were her light,
Her world, her life, her purpose,
Not caring for her health or herself,
She toiled even more for them.

Her once upon a time,
She loved them all with her life,
But for any one who erred,
She corrected with words and rod.

She became a slave to her purpose,
In unending pursuit of the best,
For her babes, big or small,
She must give her best to all.

And every milestone achieved,
Oh! She prayed, danced, and cried,
No one could dim the light,
That sparkled in her eyes.

Her babes in silence noted,
Her sacrifice and pain,
And in silence individually,
They swore to make good it all.

For every tear in her eyes,
And every bruise of her heart,
And every scar on her skin,
Will be made good a million folds.

Her babes, they worked and toiled,
Determined, everyone, big and small,
To make good every sacrifice,
Mama has made for them all.

Oh Lydia! Wait for us Mama!
Your babes are toiling and praying,
That you wait a little longer Mama,
And reap the fruits of the seeds you sowed.


- The Lady


      “Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.”
                                                             Proverbs‬ ‭31:30‬ ‭