A woman who loves her child even in poverty, she is a Mother

A mother's cherish, a valuable gem,

Shines shinning, indeed in poverty's them.

Her child, her world, her each care,

She'd give up all, to appear she'll continuously be there.

With purge pockets, but a heart so full,

She'd go without, to grant her child a pull.

A supper skipped, a night without rest,

To guarantee her child's needs are continuously blessed.

Her adore is unadulterated, her cherish is true,

A treasure uncommon, a blessing to few.

In a world that may appear dim and grey,

She's a reference point of trust, in each way.

So let us cherish, this magnanimous soul,

A mother's cherish, that makes us whole.

For in her arms, her child finds peace,

A cherish so solid, that will until the end of time release.

And in spite of the fact that they may confront, poverty's strife,

Her cherish will be, her child's directing life.

For a mother's adore, knows no bounds,

It's a cherish so furious, that lifts her child up, without a sound.