She is the one
who struggled for nine months,
who quietly carried
every fear and every hope,
but kept herself calm.

She is the one
who slept through restless nights,
her nine months of exhausting fights,
keeping her worries hidden for a while
so her family could smile.

She is the one
who once enjoyed
a pint of beer,
but never touched one
for the sake of her child—
to give him health,
strength, and peace.

Her beautiful eyes grew tired,
endless sickness followed,
but she never let her weakness
stop her from growing her business.

She is the one
who carries so much weight,
yet remains kind and wonderful,
never losing her strength.

I have many diamonds in my life,
but two shine brighter than them all—

My Marci,
whom I love,

and my grandson,

who will very soon
arrive.