Motherhood

MOTHERHOOD
 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;
'Twas fought by the mothers of men.

 Nay not with the cannon of battle-shot,
With a sword or noble pen;
Nay, not with eloquent words or
 thought From mouth of wonderful men!

 But deep in a walled-up woman's heart --
 Of a woman that would not yield,
But bravely, silently bore her part --
Lo, there is the battlefield!

 No marshaling troops, no bivouac song,
No banner to gleam and wave;
 But oh! those 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 her endless wars,
Then silent, unseen, goes down.

 Oh, ye with banners and battle-shot,
And soldiers to shout and praise! I
 tell you the kingliest victories fought
 Were fought in those silent ways. --
Joaquin Miller (1839-1913)

 Blessings to you and your homes,