Poems About Mothers
A Mad Mom Fury clad, she stands so tall,Guarding her young through every squall.Not a lioness, but just as fierce,Her love’s a shield none can pierce.In storms, she’s the unwavering light,In darkness, the bravest knight.Chaos meets her steely gaze,Troubles burn in her fiery blaze.Each day, her battle cry rings clear,”Over my watch, not a tear.”With…