She is never afraid,
and will stare you down...
She is relentless,
and can fight without sound.
She stands for the weak,
and protects every child...
She loves all of God's children,
all the meek, all the mild.
She toils in harsh sunlight
to nourish and feed...
She totes water uphill,
so to wet all the seeds.
She lights up the darkness
with lanterns and prayers,
Spouting tales of distant horizons
and surfacing whales.
She fluffs up soft pallets to make them a bed,
She stands nightly to watch them and protect them
from dread.
She tucks them in gently as she kisses each head.
Eyes flash in the darkness,
all feral and red...keeping shrouds at a distance from where innocence beds.
No one will fight harder to protect them from harm...
ever vigilant,
always warrior,
The mother...of all!
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