Mother

Witness to our birth 

Pure love our first perception 

In her arms a home

Quiet in her grace

A prayer her one direction

Words of peace and joy

Teacher of respect

Purveying strong tradition

Aim both high and grand

Eyes of soft reproof

Firm hand of inspiration

Solace in her wing

Simple soul of peace

Wisdom given with a smile

Hero without war

Holy on the throne

A goddess in probation

Equal to my king

-Hermit King-