A tornado in a tea cup, she was
On top of every situation, she stood
A simple yet solid maiden, made of steel
Mastered man’s domain, mother from the kitchen
I’m bored by the boardroom
But she, conquers the agenda, a super ceo
I’m so proud of my mother
Who cooked for me every nourishing meal
Fed me every tasty bite
Yet made time to fulfill her own ambitions
I am because she is
Nothing without her, my existence is non-binary
I pray for her every day
Now 65, she still cooks up a storm
I hope I achieve even half of her
Painting pictures with words
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