She Is Poem by Beatrice Preti

She is the lantern, lighting the way
She is dawn's blush, the first light of day
She is the strength carved into a stone
She is the warmth that runs through my bones
She is an angel, a goddess, a star
She is the tune ringing in from afar
She is the arrow flying straight from the bow
She is the bravest of people I know
She is a window with light on both sides
She is the moon, and governs the tides
She is a lens bringing the world into sight
When everything seems wrong, she's always right
She is too perfect to be like any other
What more can I say? She is my mother!