My Mother

I sometimes wonder if my mother's a human,

And not a fairy,

Or a Wonder woman,

With an infinite source of energy.

She protects me, leaving everything aside,

When times turn grey,

She's my source of hope and guide,

When I go astray.

She is the go-to person,

Be it night or day,

About her life and affection,

I have nothing to say.

Accepting my every mistake,

With a smile on her face,

Remaining as calm as a placid lake,

She guides me in correcting them at my own pace.

Her multiple personalities I have seen,

Multiply over the years,

With her growing age, she's been,

Becoming more resistant to wear and tears.

Like one can't quantify,

The enormousness of the sea,

Words can't Justify,

What My Mother means to me.