RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A Mom's Purpose - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
This side of yesterday life was open and volatile,
awake with fervent desire.
Struggling to survive, raising children, being a
mom from the inside out.
Tallying substantial happiness versus regrets,
life was intelligently beautiful, filled with the
energy of my sons.
Every day, filled with their joy, wonder and
curiosity - a mom's purpose entirely fulfilled
through God's great love.
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