The bravest battle that ever was fought;
Shall I tell you where and when?
On the maps of the world you will find it not;
It was fought by the mothers of men.
Nay, not with cannon or battle shot,
With sword or braver pen;
Nay, not with eloquent word or thought,
From mouths of wonderful men,
But deep in a woman’s walled-up heart –
Of woman that would not yield,
But patiently, silently bore her part –
Lo! There in that battlefield.
No marshaling troop, no bivouac song;
No banner to gleam and wave;
And oh! these battles they last so long —
From babyhood to the grave!
Yet, faithful still as a bridge of stars,
She fights in her walled-up town –
Fights on and on in the endless wars,
Then silent, unseen — goes down.
Happy Mother's Day, Mommy!!
7 hours ago