Mother--My Heroine

You wear no capes, no fancy bracelets
No super powers to be your shield.
And yet you are, by far, the bravest
Of souls I’ve seen amongst the fields.

Your tiny frame belies the strength you hide.
Some think you timid, some think you weak.
They don't know the chafing of your chide
Or with what wisdom that you speak.

You have a way in which you deal
With the turmoil of this world.
You speak your mind of what is real
Through your breath, the Truth is hurled.

With your sparkling eyes and heart so pure
You command respect, yet are humble still.
No one’s deceitful ways can endure,
Your steadfast gaze and reverent will.

TLH  © 06-04-2012

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Brown Avatar
June 14, 2012 at 12:16 PM
Congratulations on your win in David's "Hero's & Heroine's" contest Tanya. Love, Carol
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
June 13, 2012 at 6:23 AM
Congratulations Tanya well written a lovely tribute xx
Williams Avatar
June 13, 2012 at 1:52 AM
Tanya a super tribute to your mom, loved the line 'your tiny frame' it just says so much, hope you enter my latest contest..David
Dietrich Avatar
June 12, 2012 at 9:10 PM
A beautiful tribute to her. It's funny you said she has no super powers and just above yours on the list is a really funny one about a mother imagined as a super woman. Congrats on your win. I just know she is a superwoman in disguise.
Onclaud Avatar
June 12, 2012 at 8:52 PM
grrreat stuff, tanya!...special cheers to you for this super win..:) huggs!
Palmer Avatar
June 5, 2012 at 2:51 PM
wow nice write about your mom, check my poem Mothers
Glans Avatar
June 4, 2012 at 4:30 PM
lovely
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