I hear her voice, soothing and tender;
At times admonishing but with care.
I watch and admire her beautiful face
Carved out from the bosom of Grace.
She loves me through all my highs & lows.
How much I love her only heaven knows!
She is the epitome of love unblemished;
Sacrifice & service she offers undiminished.
Ever present to support like a true friend;
How I’d do sans her I can’t comprehend.
With her no problem is too hard to solve;
From her flows the fountain of God’s love.
She is the wind beneath my tired wings;
Pushing me on to face what life brings.
Her presence offers strength and comfort.
No force of adversity, her teachings distort.
Angels on high gladly sing her praises.
The banner of Hope she herself raises.
She is my Queen, so full of life & grace-
The best mom in the entire human race.
A. Anato Swu
Satakha, Zunheboto
