Who has sacrificed

She may not have had a baby, or been a wife.
Or, been able to birth, her husband's baby to life.
She is not bitter, at the absence of this blessing,
Faithful to others, her love is caressing.
Khaled, Mona and Shaker,
many others have come in their cycle.
When one day, she will grow old,
Love returned to her, will be pure as gold.
When the roll call, at last is given,
The reward, handed out in heaven,
Who is a mother? Let the bells toll!
She, who has sacrificed, and given her love.