She has always been here radiating the love she has been so often denied.
A force of light, a source of pride
Her womb overflows with the sea of immortality
Always giving more than she is given
Tainted by circumstance
Even her diminished self finds reason to praise and be praised
She is the essence of mid-day
Encompassing all each day has to offer
Lights and sounds
She is mother to us all
From the days we part ways to the ending in which we return to her.