She wakes before the dawn and goes
About the daily grind
With bills, and spills, and schedules
All spinning in her mind
She wakes the kids, and makes the eggs,
And smiles as they play.
She dresses, presses all their clothes,
And dances through the day.
She brings peace when her heart is stormed,
And joy when she is low,
The strain, and pain, the wear and tear,
She never lets them show.
She fills her home with love and life,
For husband and for kids,
And no one truly understands
The hero that she is.
– s. Clark