The Tiger
A mother must be many things... you must be gentle to be truly strong.
She has the heart of a tiger,
Yet appears gentle and kind.
The soul of a warrior
Beats within her chest.
Many battles have been fought,
Over the peace of heart she sought.
Not for herself she fights
But for her progeny.
Face not the tiger when she growls.
No one hears her when she howls.
She cries out in privacy
When her children have been hurt.
No one hears her when she weeps,
She does it while her children sleep.
Yet appears gentle and kind.
The soul of a warrior
Beats within her chest.
Many battles have been fought,
Over the peace of heart she sought.
Not for herself she fights
But for her progeny.
Face not the tiger when she growls.
No one hears her when she howls.
She cries out in privacy
When her children have been hurt.
No one hears her when she weeps,
She does it while her children sleep.
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