Even in the lonesome stillness of the night, I’ve seen Her shining, O so bright; She held me like a guiding light, and stood steadfast when things weren’t right; She’s frail, She’s worn, yet has the invincible might to never gave up on me when I think it won’t be alright; She stands, sits, walks, ascends, descends, cries, laughs, wanders (even aimlessly), sleeps, awakes, feeds, goes hungry; She is all that and only what a true Mother can be; after all, if She weren’t she, then who would teach ME to be me?