Ode To Mothers

Mothers, like mine, the rarest of jewels. The givers of life; extending a guiding hand to their children, leading them to a beacon of light when lost in the dark. They're a constant presence and support system, rain or shine, through success or failure. Mothers, like mine, unfailingly comforting. They're always there to pick up the pieces; wiping their children's tears with a comforting smile. Mothers, like mine, stalwart pillars of love and support. Mothers greet their newborns with joyous beaming eyes, loving them prima facie. Unconditionally, continually, they love their children From the cradle to the grave. Mothers, like mine, the glue that hold households together. Mothers give tender shoulders to cry on, to lean on. Possessors of hearts that beat with patience and understanding Possessors of arms ever ready and eager to caress. Mothers, like mine, natural-born role models, teaching their children right from wrong, showering them with fruitful advice and life lessons Mothers, like mine, fierce protectors; shielding their children from all shades of harm, watching them grow and blossom into adulthood. Mothers, like mine, lend their children wings to soar across troubled seas; over seemingly insurmountable obstacles day in, day out. Rarest of jewels, indeed. I'll always love and cherish my mother Submitted for... Tribute To Women Poetry Contest Sponsored by Beata Agustin Date submitted: 03/26/2022 Date originally written: 04/12/2016