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.