One who embowered me in her folds
She was not my doting mother
Neither was she my purist teacher
But still she was the one who made me complete.
She was not my doting mother,
Her love was a different kind
She aspired to ameliorate me
To be happy, contented, and compassionate
Neither was she my purist teacher
She was the one who could tell my flaws
Helped me be worldly wise
She was like a guiding star
But still she was the one who made me complete
A realization strikes me
my husband’s mother,
Is the Beacon of my life.
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