Dear to her heart the joys of humanity,
echoed in her smile and touch.
Never too much is the effort of her love,
in her soul the essence of peace.
Strong be her presence and memory,
everlasting the mother of my family.
Calm be her soul as she wakes this day,
holding the dreams of her family close.
Rising to new heights, the song of her heart,
in the warmth of the love of her kin,
She paints her soul for the world to see,
tranquil of colour, the canvas, a vision to be.
Always remember the artist, and caring mother is she.
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