My mother plays a role,
She doesn’t stand like a pole.
She plays a role of a father
Although she’s a mother.
She has never sued anyone,
But she likes to sew.
She’s a provider, not a divider.
She’s my pillar in green pastures
And in dry pastures.
She gives me strength
When I’m weak.
She gives me hope
When I’m hopeless.
She gives me a shoulder to cry on,
Even though I’m not a violin.
When I’m sad, she provides joy.
She has my back and I don’t have a scar
Because she is not a backstabber.
She’s a flower that glows throughout the year.
In winter, she is my shelter.
In summer, she is my shed.
In storms, she is my pillar to hold on.