She is a soldier,
a warrior in the quiet moments,
fighting battles not of her choosing,
but of necessity,
holding the weight of the world
on her shoulders,
so that we, her daughters,
might walk a little lighter.
A mother and a father,
she wears both roles with quiet grace,
never asking for applause,
never seeking praise,
she simply does.
She is the artist,
painting our lives with love,
with lessons learned through fire
and scars borne with pride,
forging the strength of ten
in the heart of one.
She stands,
unbowed by the world’s judgement,
defying every sneer,
every whisper that seeks to belittle her.
Above the rest she rises,
a beacon of power,
of resilience.
Raising strong girls,
warriors in our own right,
ready to take on the world,
and win,
because we learned from the greatest.
She is the protector,
shielding us from what we cannot see,
lifting us higher when we falter,
and teaching us how to rise
when the world tries to knock us down.
Through all the storms,
through every trial,
she remains,
unbroken,
a force of nature
that will never be silenced.
A mother,
in every sense of the word,
stronger than any other,
and we are the living proof.
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