Mother

I know a queen that rules without malice and each elegant finger has a callus, but her hands are soft and her arms ever steady, always at the ready to defend her kingdom and her heirs and none will ever care more for thee than she who held you in her body as you grew; she, who looked under your bed for childhood's monsters then slew them all; she, whose love for you will never falter or fall, so raise your cup in toast to my sovereign, she, who in my heart will forever reign.