Challenges of a Working Mom

In dawn’s soft glow, a mother wakes,
Her heart with purpose, yet also ache.
For she bears the weight of dual roles,
In the labyrinth of life, she boldly strolls.

With weary eyes and steady hands,
She navigates the shifting sand,
Balancing dreams and duty’s call,
In a world where expectations sprawl.

From sunrise to the fading light,
She dances in the hectic flight,
Juggling tasks with grace and poise,
Her spirit a beacon, amidst life’s noise.

In meeting rooms or in the kitchen’s fiery gl...