A woman is a pot burnt for stomach filling:
Strong woman
Problems bent her mind but she kept his child
Enchanting songs of joy:
Strength.

She keeps her hugs warm under her heated chest:
Endurance.

Her smile calls for welcome with nothing to offer,
But nothing also to suffer:
Pains.

She is verse of primary training for kids impudence:
Faith.

She is scent for visitors, a chair to desolate pains for others:
Empowering.

She is philosophical inside naked minds:
Wisdom.

I love you, mom