By Tyanna McCaulsky
She is the joy that fills A room that consumes the unhappy She is a lending hand to the hopeless A pillow that entails indescribable peace to my soul A gifted hand to the kitchen Joyful noise to the broken A woman I pray God Continues to protect each day She has laid a foundation She has made a way for me My solid rock My heart in human form My feet when I’m unable to stand on my own My heroine in times of tribulation My role model with God’s presence glistening all over My dear friend My mom, my love She is the light that has suppressed my darkness My entity of kindness My garden blooming magical flowers That has overthrown brokenness Mommy, I love you
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