As tied by family lines, bound by bond and given to the nurture of dreams, you are the exposition of life’s great secret. Selfless while given to grace, you foster benevolence and give no room to doubt.
With forbearance in storm, you are the light before darkness, the calming hand and the mellow tone. You are the shade from summer sun while shelter from harridan.
You were there in the beginning, with arms that would hold – the dawning, the cradle, the warmth from the cold. In sympathy of error, with guidance of age, the shaping brought onward, the turning of page.
And there with first steps, with pride as imbued – your words came in softness as token. Solicitude in days as so might they pass, the giving of love as unbroken.
Marked in years, as given to tide you are shared between labour and strife. In expedition of trade and given to craft, you find balance of family with life.
In clash as would come, the youth and the wise, the lesser knows more as words spoken. – The fall of the fool, the loss of self right, the catching from arms ever open.
With boon, as given in merit and through constancy of tireless aim, you are the foundation of all that shall be. The creator of manner, the sculptor of life, you are progenitor, saviour and kind.
You are the origin of breath, the source of new life, a hero without words ever heard. You are the answer to why, the question unasked, the giver of words as first stirred.
You are woman, teacher and friend – you are shield, you are patron, you are mother!