A woman
A woman
Priceless her words of wisdom
Directing a path of light
Upon a call her helping hands
At a glance her loving eyes
Her embrace is warm
Her lap my soft pillow
Words when fell apart
Upon it dripping tears
Sacrifice her symbol of love
In harsh realities her smile
Heart melts upon her words
Tis the woman adorned in grace
Humility is her crown
With reverence I bow
For a lady is held in high esteem
My mother the beautiful treasure.
