Blessed

Blessed short poem

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Blessed by a firm, wealthy and loving family
You went through trials, hardships and burden…
You married young hoping for happiness…
You yearned for love and faith…
You didn’t trouble anyone… You did them all alone…
Faith was what you had…
You didn’t complained… You kept it by yourself…
You achieved rough roads… You kept silent…
Years went by…
Blessed by ten offsprings, three left you…
Yet you kept silent… You carried on your faith…
You struggled only with love, care and strength…
No mother could have gone through tough times like you would…
Trust, loyal, faith and dignity was what you had…
You did it!
Years went by again…
Blessed by twelve loving grandchildren
You showed them what you had and went through…
You got your love and faith… You got your happiness…
With them by your side you had no worries…
You had their love… You had their fun…
Togather they gave you more faith…
They were your pride and joy…
No grandmother could have gone through those happy times like you would…
You got it!
Years went by again…
Blessed by six adorable great grandchildren
You showed them what you were…
You had their laughter… You had their excitement…
And they gave you courage and strength…
Your trials, hardships and burden were far behind you…
Faith and prayers… Heart and mind…
Day by day and night by night…
You prayed for all…
Never forgotten… Never left behind…
Now all sorrows, heartaches and sadness
You took it with you… The smile on your face can never be forgotten…
You had the Gift
“BLESSED” it is called…

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