Women Sigh for Fame

I stole this poem from another blog, who actually stole it from another blog, but I thought it embraced the high calling of Motherhood:

Women sigh for fame.

They would be sculptors, and chisel out of the

cold stone forms of beauty to fill the world with admiration of their skill.

Or they would be poets, to write songs to thrill a nation

and to be sung around the world.

But is any work in marble

so great as her who has an immortal life

laid in her hands

to shape for its destiny?

-JR Miller

The original post can be found at A Wise Woman Builds Her Home if you'd like to read it.