Who could she be & what would she be?
She comes to the screen of my past
Old were the days and stupid were the rules
Where someone had to sacrifice for someone else to live!
And always the Gen Next got the best
Yet they have not a thing that’s worth to reciprocate
Gone are the days and times where people looked at her moves
Now people come to see her as she can hardly move.
In the past, right or wrong, they had no say in things
They did what was asked, lived as they were supposed to be
Eat or not eat, they served others
Tiredness or laziness weren't heard those days.
Now, as she curls up like a babe in the womb
And fights and shouts as a kid would do
When she can't even understand that she is pretty old
I wonder what her thoughts are and what she desires!
When frustration defeats and loneliness scares her
When she has to listen to the Next Gens' words
Humiliation and helplessness hopelessly hurt her
When none can convince her that she's loved no matter what
A woman of grit, a source of will power
A woman who slept the last and woke up the first
A woman who survived the worst sides of pain
A miracle who revived to life after said dead!
It's not about what she is or what she does now
It's all about what she was and what she has done for us
The tears that flow from her loved ones’ eyes
Are the impressions of love that she has created in us.
Let's pray that she smiles and trusts our love
Though not her body or mind, but her soul be purified
Let the love of Christ touch her soul and make her trust in Him
And let God's will be done as her soul surrenders.
Children and Grand and Great grand children are far
God is near and enough to meet her needs in the desert
Let no one but Him be her refuge and fortress
As He knows what hurts her and will bring comfort to her!
I’ve heard her stories and seen her work like a busy bee
I’ve tasted not only her food, but more than that, her love
Hers were the fastest feet on the roads
As in her thoughts were nothing but her home and family
‘Industrious’ would be the best adjective I’d choose for her
Multitasking would be the verb that’s apt for her
She’ll be rewarded in Heaven, that’s my best hope
‘Minikutta’ is and will be the fondest word I miss!!
She comes to the screen of my past
Old were the days and stupid were the rules
Where someone had to sacrifice for someone else to live!
And always the Gen Next got the best
Yet they have not a thing that’s worth to reciprocate
Gone are the days and times where people looked at her moves
Now people come to see her as she can hardly move.
In the past, right or wrong, they had no say in things
They did what was asked, lived as they were supposed to be
Eat or not eat, they served others
Tiredness or laziness weren't heard those days.
Now, as she curls up like a babe in the womb
And fights and shouts as a kid would do
When she can't even understand that she is pretty old
I wonder what her thoughts are and what she desires!
When frustration defeats and loneliness scares her
When she has to listen to the Next Gens' words
Humiliation and helplessness hopelessly hurt her
When none can convince her that she's loved no matter what
A woman of grit, a source of will power
A woman who slept the last and woke up the first
A woman who survived the worst sides of pain
A miracle who revived to life after said dead!
It's not about what she is or what she does now
It's all about what she was and what she has done for us
The tears that flow from her loved ones’ eyes
Are the impressions of love that she has created in us.
Let's pray that she smiles and trusts our love
Though not her body or mind, but her soul be purified
Let the love of Christ touch her soul and make her trust in Him
And let God's will be done as her soul surrenders.
Children and Grand and Great grand children are far
God is near and enough to meet her needs in the desert
Let no one but Him be her refuge and fortress
As He knows what hurts her and will bring comfort to her!
I’ve heard her stories and seen her work like a busy bee
I’ve tasted not only her food, but more than that, her love
Hers were the fastest feet on the roads
As in her thoughts were nothing but her home and family
‘Industrious’ would be the best adjective I’d choose for her
Multitasking would be the verb that’s apt for her
She’ll be rewarded in Heaven, that’s my best hope
‘Minikutta’ is and will be the fondest word I miss!!
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