#WritcoPoemPrompt25
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a tear does she shed.
She's one to get further,
I know she's my mother.

She wakes earlier than sun,
To make food for her son,
And she leaves before he wakes,
Leaving behind a smell of cakes,
She's one to take him further,
I know she's my mother.

She is the jewel of the Inc,
Even though she lacked ink,
She has had fetes of loss,
And that's why she is boss,
She had dreams of even further,
I know she's my mother.

She does more that my words,
And gave me enough to win worlds,
She still hits like a work horse,
And still survives like a wild horse,
She surely will see further,
I know she's my mother.