My mother is the glue.
My mother is the glue that binds us together, that unites us, that brings the existence of a family into reality.
My mother is humility and patience that keeps our feet tight to the ground, so that our heads don't swell and our egos remain in check.
My mother is strength and experience, who we come to for advice and nothing is a surprise, as her eyes have seen so much.
My mother is bold yet gentle, tough yet kind, she loves us all equally no matter what we say or do. She brought us up to be like her, to have the strength to carry on and on, she brought us up to stand firm and be resilient, with a kind and loving heart, but to not be a push over, to not be weak, to persevere and to never give up.
My mother in essence is diminutive in stature, now frail from old age, but always with faith and hope she challenges the flesh with strength of spirit, always with calm and always with prayer.
I long for her to see things in life that her heart yearns, so that peace will enter her mind. My daughter, her homeland restored, fallings and uprisings in the name of truth and justice. Things that matter.
My mother gives me love and always has.
My mother will always be with me, but not only this, she is the earth in which I have flowered.
