A mother's GRIN

A mother's grin:

Is mostly misconstrued

Seldomly her smile

Depicts true bliss 

Of how much age her child accrued. 

Then she flashes back in time

As if she never lost a dime

While pruning her child's pine

Even when it hurt her spine.

The sacrifices she made

Stooping so low as their maid

Just to get them to fill their belly

And yet, we think it's her duty.

What sort of duty

Will combine neat and dirty

And still serve when sixty

With no wage or salary?

That's the mother's calling.

Of which not every woman hears

Some try due the love they fall in,

But most of them don't bear,

Except this woman sitting here.