My mother is radiant and lovely.
A source of prayer and hope.
An angel in human form
A saint amongst sinners.

Only one of numerous things that she is.
A woman of high caliber, poise, and standard.
She walks with subdued elegance.

Wherever she goes, life follows—
The desert turns to oasis in her path,
Barren land becomes fertile
Simply by being there.

She talks with grace and wisdom.
Able to put anyone in their place
With nothing but her words.

She loves her children very much—
Sewing clothes, cooking their favorite dishes,
Forever generous, never playing favorites,
Kind and just to all persons.

She goes out of her way for everybody.
Expecting little or nothing in return.

Patient and poised
She bears her anger gracefully.
Always choosing reason over reaction.

She moves with logic, Acts with strategy

Handling everything with peace and precision.

Oh God, if I could have one thing— Give me the grace to become like her someday. To my children, To my community, To the world. For she is a precious jewel— And I can only hope to shine Even half as bright.