M O T H E R

In the wake of drama and desperation

You are there for me to hold on

In what dales and depths I could not tell

You are there for me to dwell

You are earning enough money to make ends meet

To give me a light on my feet

You even protect me at the expense of your own well-being

And supply me with your love and understanding 

I always find you as my therapeutic

 And never fail to put everything on systematic

Often I see myself in the worst light

But you always make things right

Mom, you find pleasure even in the mundane

You bring happiness throughout your reign

You have weathered many trials

Yet carry yourself with lightness in a distant mile

Sometimes I can feel your soul writhing with pain

Yet you remain strong with no complain

In the soul-crashing ordeal in life

You never give up but to thrive

I couldn't have been prouder

For having you as my mother

You truly are the fighter

That softened my loneliness and fear