The perfect one in this imperfect creation,
None, but the embodiment of utter devotion.
The praise of whom remains ever so little,
And the one, who we so ignorantly belittle.
Coping with the duties of all shades and hue,
With an eternal glow, forever smiling through.

Pushing through the daunting nays,
The gleaming sun through the glooming haze.
An art so winsome be seen,
Through her smiling face with the hint of gleam.

Her strength, a lighthouse amidst the stormy sea,
A solace, in her arms, we all long to be.
Her wisdom, like a star guiding through the night,
Her words, a balm, making everything right.

In the quiet sacrifices unseen,
In the daily acts of love routine,
In her unending patience, so serene,
The true essence of love is gleaned.

Mom, I know you love me,
In every heartbeat, in every plea.
But for all you do and stand for,
Always remember, I love you more.