Oh, she is a goddess who glows in the rain
My beautiful mother, who loves through her pain
Wherever she walks, flowers bloom at her feet
She’s the brightest of stars you ever could meet
She shines with perfection, with unaltered grace
Neither silver nor gold shine as much as her face
And her voice is so kind, so gentle and wise
I could listen to her speak until the very end of time
I love when she laughs — like tiny bells ringing
I love when she’s happy, because then she starts singing
But most of all I love how she loves through her pain
The horrid, hateful sort that never leaves you the same
She always forgives, even when she can’t forget
She understands people’s thoughts, and lives life without regret
Oh, how I wish that I could be even half as kind as that!
But I’m a flare of lightning. I erupt in just a flash.
While she’s a candle burning brightly, warm and steady for so long
There is no one quite like her anywhere: pure and kind, yet so strong.