Sonnet - Mother

Of all the roles that she may choose to fit, 

Of all the outfits she could ever wear, 

The loveliest, by far, I would submit,

Is Mother: she of tender loving care.

A warmth that radiates from softest eyes,

Unquestionable love in her embrace,

Such devotion has no compromise;

Mere mention of her own lights up her face. 

Yet with that comes the fiercest loyalty;

The need to keep us out of danger's clutch,

Her countenance can change dramatically;

(One wouldn't like that person very much.)

For all she does for us, near every day,

And all she is, we honour her this day.

- © Jackson Cambridge, 2015.