Mother of Mine

Mother of Mine, you are of but the most precious of gems,

The world is yet to see your glory, for I have already seen with my days spent,

Days spent admiring your beauty in the soft grasp of my hold,

Holding you oh so gently to make sure you don’t feel cold.

Mother of Mine, you are so pure,

The purest, the holiest of angels in the skies of blue,

Watching, hovering, protecting with your presence,

Your wings are my walls, your being is your quintessence.

Mother Dearest, I write you this story,

One day you will understand and see your glory,

I hold you to a high praise for you gave me life,

I am in your debt until the end of time.

To bare what you have bared, to endure what you endured,

Is of gracious, glorified, astonishing I’m sure,

Every day is your day, your presence on the spotlight,

I can see you name in the big bright lights.

Mother of Mine, for that is what you are,

All mine, I will not share you, you my star,

I’ll write the legacy of the woman who made me who I am,

For you are the reason that I am and why I am.