So strong

Like the trunk facing the storm
Like that spider climbing the wall
Just like the last straw to hold on to
Just like the brick wall, upright and tall
Akin to the wrestler on his last night
Similar to the man, going almost blind
Holding on to the glimpse of the last sight
And the destitute fire-fly losing its glow
Or the running shoes that are almost too slow
Just like the raindrop unaware of its fate
But braving the leap into the unknown
Just like the fireman who does not know
If he will ever return
Or the climber defying gravity
Plunging into the realm of uncertainty
Just like that
So strong, she is…
So undeterred, so radiant
Of all forces true
My mother, my friend…