
A Mother
A mother is she who can shrivel a tear But whose petals no one else can shear A mother is she who can conquer every fear But whose barricade no one else can smear A mother is she who can rise a sun But whose rays no one else can undone A mother is she who can scrap a run But whose feet no one else can stun A mother is she who can breed a majesty But whose birth no one else can study A mother is she who can constraint an epitome But whose price no one else can vary A mother is she who can paint every art But whose colors no one else can thwart A mother is she who can reach every start But whose dignity no one else can tear apart A mother is she who can distort a stone But whose inner queen no one else can dethrone A mother is she who can embed a blown But whose heart no one else can clone A mother is she who can mend a mistake But whose promises no one else can break A mother is she who can surpass a wake But whose place no one else can take
Maria Czietherine Paghunasan