She is a Mother
As I walk through the snowy valleyI find a lonely soul
She stands agents the wind
Her yellow hair blowing in the breeze she fights agents
Her withered body clinging to this life
Her spirit holding on
She represents the strength we all have
Her tired eyes lite up when she sees me
Her frail arms reach out to hug me
I cross over the field into her arms
She smiles
I smile to see the joy in her eyes
The hope she hold
Her life was predicted to be over seven years ago
But she hung on
She fought
Taking for granted those extra years with her family
And now as I see her in the hospital gown
Her tired eye holding hope
Her withered body and yellow hair
Seeming more frail by the minute
She is not part of my family
She is my lover's mother
And yet I love her like my own
I call her mother
For she represents all that
I longed for in a mother...
She is strong
She is brave
She is hopeful
She is loving
She is joyful
She is caring
She is most of all beautiful
And I do respect her for giving birth to three wonderful children
One of which I call love...
She is a mother whom all can count on
She is a loved one who is always there
She is precious to many
And mother to some
I know she is worried about
And I know should she pass, she will be missed
She is a mother....a daughter, and wife
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