She doesn’t consider herself a model.
If she were, she’s been grossly under-paid.
In fact for much of her life, she’s probably felt like a maid.
She’s carried, delivered, fed and clothed.
She’s loved and languished as a prodigal roved.
She hugged and (tried not to) strangle,
She tried to see things from a teenager’s angle.
She’s mediated, moderated, debated and accomodated.
To call her a model, is grossly understated.
She’s demonstrated, taught and corrected.
Applauded and trophies collected.
She a generational wonder
To me, to my sister, to you – She is mother.