Our Progenitor - Mother

Chiliads of humans live worldwide,

But none as genial as you.

There are innumerable workaholic beings far and wide,

Yet none's drudgery is as pivotal as yours.

Before the crack of dawn,

I see you're up and running.

We should shower you with myriads of medallions,

Made solely with the love that emanates for you.

You burn the candle at both ends, yet -

The smile persists in being on your divine face,

Which I never forget,

For that pacifies all my pique.

The fact of the matter states:

That you wield the scepter,

In such a way that the bleakness in the world obliterates.

And rhapsodies prevail.