She stands still in her golden age,
Beautiful hands through my hair,
Matched with her smiley face,
She is a woman with the name of Mother.
Brave and Courage that is the Mother Flair,
With all the mighty of her Strong and Fair,
With the kids of 6 that have been raised well,
Be thankful that you have a Mother’s love to share.
Six years have passed,
her back has hunched,
I guess she is growing so fast,
Her hair was black now has strands of grey,
But the smiles of a Mother still stick on her face.