She spends each day
In life’s struggles
of work,
unemployment,
homelessness,
ambitions foregone,
and children distressed.

She lies down each night
With the one she loves
He is the one who shares her concerns
For their children
They love their children as the best parents will
And they look to her, and him, as protectors and guardians.

She sleeps each night with joy at her side
And the nearest thing to heaven
Is resting in the other room
Life should be blessed – in that which matters.
All struggles are less to those who are blessed
All effort is well spent when built upon such blessings.