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