IRON LADY

IRON LADY Straight and strict are your waysYour will, unbending like an iron rodIn your hand, to control and to directYou are a woman of substance, reallyIt must be this that makes you thickResolute to carry the lessons throughNo matter who stands on the wayAnd with a heart, kind and sweet With Wages withheld, you limit my abilityYou said, I’m your afternoon daughterThough not related by blood nor by lawYou claim me by the powers in your handTo give me protection and to keep me safeShould I not thank you for doing these freelyA child beloved by daughter and motherBlessed are the days of little beginning Mother, take a look at what I have becomeA woman like you in all respects, a warriorAlso with unbending graceful will of witSeizing my salaries gives me serious painsI beg and borrow money from people nowTo buy the essentials and personal needsThis little space, you say, I should not haveBecause you fear I will not manage well