Analysis of My Mother

My Mother you are,
And proud to be...
The gift of pleasing others,
You have worked so diligently.
The smell of your perfume
Embedded in my memory.
The softness, the kindness you have always given me.
Compared to a flower,
You are that of a rose.
For your strength and encouragement represents the vine.
The thorns on your stem ever protecting me for a time.
Your softness and mercy like that of the petal.
Ever changing with seasons,
You have helped my soul settle.
By my side you have always been,
My Mother and my friend.
I love you!