@JoyOfWomanhood 1 December 2021

I was a lady in the making

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