She sows
She grows
She feeds
She adores

She understands
She knows
She performs
She bears

Seldom she gets time
to ask herself a question
'Who am I'
'Why am I running'

Then she thinks
Demands answers
Tries to react
Tries to rebel

When two tiny hands embrace her
And she hears a delicate voice telling her
"Mumma, you are sooo..... sweet''

Again she becomes a soaring bird
Picking up threads for her nest!