Those wonderful ladies, we call mothers.
When we think of them?
Also, think of the trouble some of us cause them and the things we might have said to hurt them.

And still, they strived and survive.
When there might have been times they wanted to give up.
No father can ever measure up to them.

Some might come close but never surpass them.
Salute to those aunts, uncles that stood in to assist.
Aware of the stress their nephew or niece might be leveling upon them.

That mom that made a way.
Dealt with comment good or bad coming toward them from other sources.

A mom finds ways to succeed.
Especially those that barely have anything.
Some aware of the guys that distracted their path.
Created, within so much wrath.

Unselfish love, they surely do give.
When advised with that troublesome child they should give up on them?