There are many stories know to my hero
My mum, know to many but not too infinitely

She loved many as her own and grew many by her hands
She fed and clothed thousands with literally no seeds and expecting no returns
She brushed the dirt of the country and cleaned many households to their happiness

She nursed whoever came her way and dug opportunities for whoever needed it
As for that truth she did more for me than we all knew.

She led the way all the way
Sacrificed what she had for what I didn’t
She bent knees for reach of my comfort and betterment
While she was sweating, dust was her feed and scorches were her reward.
My unsung hero
I praise God for you
May you find a peaceful life over the peace you sacrificed for me for us
And Dear Lord, may she receive my letter and prayer and the rewards of gratitude she held of earth
May Angels not receive you alone but accompany your heavenly journey
May our hearts bleed with comfort and love that you reach the Glory of our father
Never to be forgotten never lost from sight eternally missed