She had wide and broad shoulders
That carried us all
During the roaring and ferocious winds
Out in the cold all alone.
That was my mother.
She fought and won wars
That were too complex for her.
While all those she trusted
Turned their backs on her
And alone and lonely she conquered.
Today in her sleep
Those who never dared to face her
Still torment her name
As they cannot touch her soul
And in her slumber, she still fights back.
A woman is a rock indeed
That stands still in the face of challenges.
With her mouth permanently shut
I can still hear her war cry
And it pierces deep inside me.
Can you let her rest?
For she has very little energy left
After facing all the wars on her own.
Let her enjoy the eternal peace
And please, afford her time to prepare for our inevitable arrival.