Someday when all my pages

Have finally come to end,

One word to last the ages

On my cover will attend.

 

The word’s extents can’t be quilled

For to count all can’t be done.

Yet somehow it’s all fulfilled

By this very simple one.

 

Means constant in endeavor,

Whether sorrow, joy, or pain.

A guardian forever,

Lets no plea go heard in vain.

 

Means giving as a river,

Whose reaches just never fade.

Defender with a quiver.

Worth more than all treasured jade.

 

Always patient, listening

With truest passion of heart.

Her true beauty, glistening

From the service she takes part.

 

Defender of the weak ones.

Never leaks a crude murmur.

Seer of the deepest light,

Bestower of pure fervor.

 

The sum of life’s full count

This word past any other,

To retell my life’s account

Is this word only: Mother.