Mother
The set of her jaw
The stance taken
The holding of her hand
A leading from within.
Determination writ across her face
She steps in to step up
As her eyes glide to take it all in
Assess she does of the situation.
For a role she does play
Of the protector and the nurturer
Ill defined, ill governed roles she dons
For her ward is but hers and hers alone
A labour of love and proof eternal
She carried and carries as she will to her grave
A mother she is, don she must and she will
All that is asked and then some more
She will give and she will give
Only but death can draw it to a close.
The set of her jaw
The stance taken
The holding of her hand
A leading from within.
Determination writ across her face
She steps in to step up
As her eyes glide to take it all in
Assess she does of the situation.
For a role she does play
Of the protector and the nurturer
Ill defined, ill governed roles she dons
For her ward is but hers and hers alone
A labour of love and proof eternal
She carried and carries as she will to her grave
A mother she is, don she must and she will
All that is asked and then some more
She will give and she will give
Only but death can draw it to a close.
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