So gently is her touch
So graceful is her smile
So nurturing, miraculous is her hand
So many things can be said and others unsaid.
Wrings her back tireless
Lowers herself endless
Her love is unconditional
Yet she stands firm against hardship she bore and tore heart open when you were none existant 2/3 of the way in her womb.
How can she be celebrated in day, while she is within every part of the day.
A day in her light, you find her always there to be missed dearly.