To conquer the world of hardship and poverty was not the challenge for this brave soul,
Nevertheless, the beauty that she portrayed in the eyes of men is the envy of her gender pool.
It was still the sunrise of her life, when the tears of a mother glimmered from hazel eyes,
Sorrow for the loss of girl-free spirit; yet joy in the sparkle of a newborn’s eyes.
The reality of an unfair world, brought double its weight as brother and sister lay in a crib,
Mother or child? No more careless the nights for the winner of bread.
Virtuosity, responsibility… the love that she nurtures in bosom and on hip…
New is the dawn for a family so frail, in the eyes of the wise, and the old that pray.
God be their comfort and guide on the road, where true hearts of friendship, ease the way.
Hard is the battle for the heart of this rose, life for her children, yet dreams for her prince.
Yet be the eve of this tale of revere, thru time she also carries another man’s sins.
Truth to herself, in mind and soul, her driving force, in a world so cold.
Through envy and lust, her heart was lost and body sold.
Yet the power of inner self has come to the guard, to fight and defend this angel heart.
The future beckons for this woman reborn, the promise of success, away from the scorn.
Into the arms of the unknown her comfort yet tears….
For happiness that beckons, yet the love that she fears.
Brave be young woman of this world; leave the ghosts of your past,
For beauty may wither, but integrity of soul, forever last.
Sad is not the end of this tale of hope, for only a new horizon that calls her home.
She passes through life, touching hearts on her path, yet loss for those who stay behind;
Yet long after dusk has crept back into the world, we remember only one of her kind.
Blessed are we, even to part, with the knowing or loving of her angel heart.
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