I didn’t grow up in a Palace; I grew up in a shack.
I didn’t sleep in a soft bed. I walked to school. Sometimes with no food.
But I was a lady in the making.
I never felt love from my mother
Nor I felt love from her family and parents, especially her father.
But I’ve always had grandma from my father.
A step grandpa
His step brothers and sisters to comfort me with love.
They didn’t have to tell me they loved me.
My heart felt it deep inside every time I see them.
But I was a lady in the making.
I grew sad when I’m away from my grandma
I grew anxious every time I’m around my mother
I felt some comfort and peace in the presence of my father
I walked on eggshells all my life.
But I was a lady in the making.
I could look back and cried sometimes.
But the life of the past has taught me some things priceless.
I grew up unhappy most of the time.
Didn’t know what my life would be at the end, but God had a plan.
I was a lady in the making.
I became a mother, a wife and a lady.
A mother with a family and a warm home full of love.
Children I miss and shed tears for when they’re away.
A husband with big shoes no other can fill.
I was a lady in the making, and now I’ve reached my life destiny
Life couldn’t be better, if only I knew.
I wouldn’t cry as much as I did
I would have been a little patient
Perhaps pretend it wasn’t painful to be an unloved child.
Maybe stay stronger and look on.
But I was a lady in the making, rough life was an ingredient of the process I couldn’t deny.
Fear of mother filled my heart with love to give my children.
Unpleasant life growing up with the mother I had made me the mother I am.
I can now look back, feel the pain, sheds some tears and say,
“It’s all over now,”
Because I was a lady in the making.
I’m a house-wife and a mother and I’m proud.
Copyright: @JoyOfWomanhood - 12-2-2021
