She wakes before the morning light,
Her heart so full, her hands so tight.
While others sleep, she stays awake,
Fighting battles, for our sake.

Her love is quiet, always near,
A strength so deep, beyond all fear.
She gives her all without a sound,
Her sacrifices all around.

"Teach me, child," she softly pleads,
"Show me how this world proceeds.
Tell me how this screen unfolds,
The wisdom that tomorrow holds."
But we, in haste, turn cold and blind,
Forgetting all the truths she finds.

She’s...