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My Mom is My Hero

Cap and cape, she wears none,
yet her feats, daily done.

In her eyes, galaxies spin,
worlds of wisdom, deep within.

Her laughter, a fortress high,
shields me when tears are nigh.

Hands, though gentle, fiercely guard,
each scar a story, each line hard-earned.

She fights battles, not with swords,
but with words, kind and sure.

At day’s end, when shadows creep,
her hug's a haven, vast and deep.

No need for masks, or skies to roam,
my hero’s here—my mom, my home.
Mom braves the battles for us
Mom braves the battles for us
Mother's laughter creates an aura of safety and security
Mother’s laughter creates an aura of safety and security

Meaning

My Mom is My Hero poem celebrates the everyday heroism of a mother, portraying her as a central figure of strength, wisdom, and compassion. The poem reflects on the various ways in which a mother protects, educates, and comforts, all without the typical trappings of a hero. Each line and metaphor emphasizes her quiet, resilient presence in the narrator’s life.

Inspiration Behind

This poem draws from the deep admiration for the subtle, yet profound influence of my own mother. Seeing her tackle daily challenges with grace and determination inspired me to paint her as the hero she is. It’s a celebration of all the mothers whose heroics go unnoticed, whose superpowers are woven into the fabric of their everyday actions.

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