My Matron 1
She is a matron who possesses strong beliefs
She remained substantial despite the vastness of her griefs
She was so young yet a mother she was to become
Her path filled with obstacles, trying never to forget from where she had come.
As a child all I could see was my Mother, my hero only there for me!
Unknowing of the battles and her story so incomplete.
She held my hand through every storm
She is my refuge on her shoulder is where I mourn
She has been frail from life’s course
She would stroke my hair as her cancer spread, whispering my angel it’s not sore
I would shed my tears for my Hero was wounded so by the human race
Yet she would perpetually cup my face teaching me that we are saved only by grace
Through the years she had taken lashes with fragnet repercussions
She is always open for my questions with patience shell engage in my absurd discussions
My Hero may have been un-movingly strong
But she too has fallen and felt the thrashes of feeling her doings are all wrong
Being a mother is one of the gravest callings of them all
Incessantly our mothers try to make every decree in hopes to always prevent her child’s fall
Children often forget the sacrifices made by a mother, forgotten are their hearts when all we covet are our intrinsic will
Bending over backwards and some, just to see our faces gleam from a windowsill
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