A Mother’s Tale — Trekking for Hope

Mother of two, walking the treacherous mountain trail,
Never trekked before, it is possible to fail 
Yet here she is, taking up the challenge
For she is the mother and she understands the balance 
On the trail she perspires, yet her act inspires 

Fear of falling and looking stupid,
Fear of being slow or the last,
Fear of failing the near and dear,
Makes one listless and insipid.
Not the mother, for she is built to last
Take fear by the horn, now and here
Inspiring her children to live
And never give in to fear.

Father no more, yet life goes on
One may lose, one can grieve 
Mother knows it’s up-to her or none
Her act and her drive. 

Not for long, the one to mope
She treks with children to regain hope
Keeping faith, thus she copes
enjoying the moment and the pain, 
Days can be dark, but it can also rain

Mother knows to dance, 
joy and pain, again and again. 
A mother’s touch and the earthy hands
with children, sun, moon and rain.

On the trail she perspires, 
yet her act truly inspires!