She is the lady of my life, my lady of this life.
She has nothing, but she gives everything, everything a mother can possibly give to a demanding child, plus one.
When I’m down and I feel like life is breaking me down, she runs to save me, to give me those words of encouragement that only she can give.
She does not speak much, but when she does, you can hear her in all her form and shape.
She has nothing, but she gives everything, everything beyond measure.
I care for her. She is my light, a light that’s always there, shining, even when my back is turn to it. She never leaves, even when I do.
When everyone is incorrect, inconstant and unfair, she’s my only constant.
Sometimes I find myself thinking she doesn’t care for me, but her love is always there to prove me wrong.
I wonder how deep her love would be, if it could be measured. It would be, I think, infinite like the sky and deep like the ocean.
She has nothing, but she gives everything, and I can’t explain this feeling of tenderness.
I know in her embrace I can always find home.
All I know is this: she’s wonderful beyond measure and she’s more than what I can possibly deserve.