My Mother I Love Her So

A Mother

More than a woman, she’s your dearest friend,
always there when no one else is around,
always giving of herself,
and giving her all.

Someone that will never laugh at your mistakes,
for your hurt becomes hers.
Always standing beside you,
never in front or behind you.
As strong as an oak tree,
yet as gentle as a morning rainfall
and as beautiful as a sunset;
everlasting beauty that will never perish,
My mother…I love her so.

– Cynthia Smith Medina