She Does Not Brave the War

She does not know the fruit of her labor

She does not rest ‘til late each evening

She does not know her beauty grows with age

She does not brave the war, but she saves the day

She does not hear words to flatter

She does not take much ease or pleasure

She does not wait to love

She does not bend or break or run away

She does not brave the war, but she saves the day

She does not build the fortresses or touch the farthest moon

She does not climb the ladder, nor hold the silver spoon

She does not make the history lists, nor do monuments portray

She does not brave the war, but she saves the day