A Mother

A Mother Opening a treasure box Wherein you can be found Gentle voice of cherished memories Vivid reminders of your pure love Weaving through a life of cares Never have you forgot to share Warm arms that extend beyond Every doubt and despair Pillar of strength that can’t stumble Yet sweet tears of a compassionate soul An anchor to hold on when things get rough And a lighthouse in dreary nights that leads you home In this world, you’re called mother by your dearest child Or by many people to whom you’ve shown your smile A virtuous woman who’s worth more than a pearl Creating a masterpiece of one’s journey that surpasses it all