We do not consider the uptmost importance a being holds in our life,
Until its impeccable, immovable stature in our world is threatened.

Only then do our eyes witness its true beauty,
Dampened as result of its never-ending presence.

Its wonderous warmth,
Missed only at the realisation of the bitter cold it's absence would entail.

Its cherished wisdom,
Taken for granted in our times of imbosilim.

Only then does our heart ache at the thought of that gaping hole
Which would remain eternally at the loss of our dearly beloved.

Only then does our mind flash back over all the incredible memories formed due to the presence of this significant figure.

And only then do we begin to appreciate the loving, kind, unwavering presence of that forever loyal other,
That strong, sturdy admirational woman,
My truest hero,
*My dear Mother.