They say I can’t give my all at work,
That motherhood makes my focus shirk.
But what they don’t see, what they don’t know,
Is how my strength has learned to grow.
A part of me is with my child,
Soft and tender, free and wild.
Yet here I stand, strong and true,
Doing more than I used to do.
What once dragged on, now gets swiftly done,
Efficiency forged in the race I run.
My mind is sharp, my heart is steel,
Motherhood taught me how to heal.
Resilience shaped by sleepless nights,
Patience honed through endless heights.
Time is not the only scale,
Value lies in where we sail.
So hire the moms, embrace their power,
Watch them rise, hour by hour.
For a mother’s strength is something new—
Stronger, faster, and wiser too.
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