I have written this poem many times,
tried to wrap my mind around the totality of her greatness.
The strength she exudes in times of turbulence,
the calm she is in spite of the obstacles that lay ahead.
She has pulled herself out of the pits of fire more times than one can count
and still has enough strength to save me.
Time and time again, she is my soft place when I feel less than.
She is my reason that I aspire to be more than average.
Extraordinary rests in her fingertips, and everything she touches, she gives life to.
Her touch is soothing to the soul and healing to my broken parts.
I can never thank God with even a thousand tongues to express the importance she plays in my life.
The purest love I will ever know, she has been my cheerleader
and coach instructing yet supporting me every step of the way.
A mother’s love, both uplifting and guiding, strict and lenient, limitless and unconditional.
She is the book in which my chapters are filled with her everlasting wisdom.
I move in confidence because of her teachings, thrive in obstacles
because she has taught me resilience, and remain
humble because she has instilled a spirit of service in me.
All that I will ever accomplish is for the greater good.
She is my reason. And though I rarely express in words, I love her with all that is me.
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