Mother.

I found Robert Frost's poem, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening", as a poem that best describes a mother's journey, especially its last stanza: "The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep." A mother is promises well-kept: A promise to love unconditionally, A promise to give abundantly, A promise to wait patiently, A promise to forgive wholeheartedly. A mother is also a lifetime journey: A journey to explore, A journey to strive, A journey to survive, A journey to thrive. Happy Mother's Day. - Rizka Baely. #stoppingbywoodsonasnowyevening #mothers #motherhood. #robertfrost P.S.: "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.