Supermom Poem by Dona Jean

Womb, a place you are knit and carried -
Called a woman, a mother your father married.
Halfself of your dad, a mother to his child;
The light of the house amounting love undefiled.
Patient, loving, understanding, caring, and kind;
The happiness and goodness for children she all mind
A comforter, a doctor she always the best,
Attending the children’s need before she rest.
A teacher, an accountant, a cook, a friend,
A mother rolled in one unto the end.
A partner, a wife, your father’s apple of the eye,
The most beautiful woman, a gift from sky.
Her hug comfort the most could move a mountain;
The softest, the sweetest love always sustained.
She knows your pain, desire and need;
She gave you hope and light your path she lead.
Those roles mold in one we called mother
A supermom we love so dear to forever.
Can’t compare to no one or like no other;
Shall love and respect your mom even she gets older.
So name your superhero, I have my supermother.