She is the first to be up and about,
When you are still basking in dreamland
She has your meals figured out,
When you are slacking, and lagging behind

She has an uncanny knack to discern,
When to talk, and when to listen
She brings a skill for you to learn,
In a fiery storm you can find sunshine

The world around oozes incongruity,
In words you choose or things your learn
She strives to raise with consistency,
In teaching virtues or instilling discipline

She is your strength and your weakness,
She would go any length to help in distress
When you are hurting and can only frown
It’s her cheeks where the tears first roll down

Call her Mom or Mother,
She is in the front and center
Call her traditional or emotional,
She is the pillar, and never the quitter

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