Mother
Someday when all my pages
Have finally come to end,
One word to last the ages
On my cover will attend.
The word’s extents can’t be quilled
For to count all can’t be done.
Yet somehow it’s all fulfilled
By this very simple one.
Means constant in endeavor,
Whether sorrow, joy, or pain.
A guardian forever,
Lets no plea go heard in vain.
Means giving as a river,
Whose reaches just never fade.
Defender with a quiver.
Worth more than all treasured jade.
Always patient, listening
With truest passion of heart.
Her true beauty, glistening
From the service she takes part.
Defender of the weak ones.
Never leaks a crude murmur.
Seer of the deepest light,
Bestower of pure fervor.
The sum of life’s full count
This word past any other,
To retell my life’s account
Is this word only: Mother.