See the thinness of her skin, the frailty of her bones
This lady who has such a lonely face, but there's still fire in her eyes
The beauty comes through when she smiles
My mother, my protector, my strength in every given day
Her strength may be weakening, her mind not entirely her own
She may not recognise all of me but I hear excitement when she hears my voice
I imagine her face lighting up as she makes sure I am ok
I see her deepest within, her hope for betterness and better things for her children
Her faith is still alive...it's still there
And as long as she has that, my strength remains
