My Warrior
In a quiet of night, when the world is still,
I've seen my mother face a portrait of will,
He tears that fell softly life rain on the ground,
Yet each morning she rose with strenght profound,
Her life each challenges heavy and strak,
Yet she face them igniting spark,
With grace in her hands and love in her hands,
She built me home where hope always stands.
Through struggles and trials she thought me to fight,
To stand still, strong to embrace the light.
In her silent battles, I learned to be brave.
To carry my burdens, to love and to save.
Though shadows may linger and nights may be long,
Her spirit whispers softly, "You are strong"
Her every tear there's a morale to find,
A testament of courage, a heart interwined.
I could never be weak, for I've seen her rise,
A warrior of love with fire in her eyes,
From my super woman, I learned and behave,
To face every storm, to dance every wound.
A salute for my mother a beacon, a guide,
In her strength I find comfort, in her love I confide,
Each step I take, I carry her loving grce,
For her warrior heart and spirit will I be succeed.
