MY MOTHER

A pillar of strength in hardship's sway, You stood tall, guiding me each day. Your kindness illuminated the way, A beacon of hope, shining bright and gray. With advice that wise and gentle came, You shaped my path, banished fear and shame. Through trials and tears, you held my hand, And helped me find my own stand. I thank you, Mom, for all you do, For being my rock, my guiding cue. Your love inspires me to face the test, And find my own inner strength and best.