Our bearer, our origin.
Our carrier, our holder
Our sustenance, our rock, our block.
Our strength when we are weak.
The heat when we are cold
The food for the hungry
And the drink for the thirsty.
Warmth radiates from her flawed skin.
Her embrace encompasses us
In a circle closed stronger than crowns.
Her absence makes monsters from men
As her presence arranges the angels from the anarchists.
Her smile weeds the weakness from frightful hearts.
She stands there,
Stronger than the sun
Vaster than the ocean
Yet she is nothing more than a mother.