Strength

This poem is for my daughter, my mother and myself

Young wife and mother in pain
Father's out having fun again
Heart's in love, but hands are full
Little ones have taken their toll
How does she find the strength

Middle aged and husband's sick
Feels like life has pulled some trick
Exhausted, not much left to give
Wonders why she even lives
Where does she find the strength

Old woman in her easy chair
Talks out loud though no one's there
marking off each passing day
Longs to join her mate some way
Lord help her find the strength

A daughter, a mother, a wife
All they crave is a good life
All are feeling truly lost
But for them, He paid the cost

Put it in His hands, young mother
Put it in His hands, your cares He'll take
Put it in His hands, old woman
Put it in His hands, for your life's sake
Put it in His hands, women
Put it in His hands