My mother is stronger than a lion,
With a heart like cotton & feet of iron.
She's what's called a God sent,
Cause to ensure we were fed out of her way she went.
Sometimes I wondered about her every tear,
But only God knew what she had to bear.
She fought a battler that seems lost,
But provided for us no matter what it cost.
The absence of a father was no fun,
Because when we sick she one had to run.
Bruises on her hand became a norm,
Seven children she had to shelter from the storm.
She's the most caring woman I know,
For her the longest journey I'll go.
She grew us with utmost love & care,
Ad stood up for us even with a heart of fear.
For her struggles I could never repay,
But my love for her grows stronger everyday.
I'll be there for her like she did for me,
Because she had a great impact on the person I be.
Some of her strength I want to possess,
So I can cope with pain, struggles & stress.
Everyday some if here attributes I reveal,
Like through all times I should kneel.
Mom I'll always be there for you,
Because for me the same you'll do.