With grace and power she stands there

Light soothing hands with a maternal touch

Gentle eyes that cut through glass and fair hair that falls upon her shoulders

Dependable, she is everyone's crutch 

An example of greatness

Money is not a measure of this greatness

Petty things can not touch her, the will of her greatness is not penetrable

Not a child from high ranking legacy, but royalty all in her stance

She does not bask in pools of wealth, yet her words are filled with gold

Her traits I carry with honor and prestige 

Strength pumps through my veins because I am her offspring

Dignified, I carry her legacy

Knowing I will never find another

Lifelong debt to a woman named mother