She is the mender of pain, the healer of sorrow, the sun and the rain, harbinger of tomorrow. The rock to the Sword, the pillars of temples the foundation of kingdoms, without her, earth trembles. The light in the dark, the star to the north, the builder of faith going right to the source.

She will always be there no matter the course, swiftly she will stand with no moment of pause. She fixes what’s broken to be made anew, if you have a mother like mine you know this is true.

She carries the weight of the family with no bending or breaking. She holds the heart there is no mistaking. She is home not mater the distance of miles afar, she is my home no matter where we are. A mother’s love is an eternal burn, a force to match a son’s love in return.