There is a woman beyond compare,

With a curl or a bend in her short, black hair

A woman who laughs like a rolling wave

Washing over and easing anyone’s pain.

This woman, though short in height,

Wields more strength in her entire might.

This woman smiles brighter,

Shaming the biggest gem in the world.

Her eyes warmer than honey,

Bringing sweet relief in any bittersweet hour

She is the woman that fixed my tears,

When I cried from broken promises, friends, love

She is the woman that took her wing from herself

When mine own was broken, unable to fly

She took her hand and borrowed her inner light and strength

When I had none, during times that seemed dark and frail

She has carried my two siblings and I through this entire life,

Sometimes as Wonder Woman or Batman

No matter what I write

I’ll simply end with this bliss:

‘Happy Mother’s Day’ to my hero and friend for life

A Sharon to a Rose,

No happier name that sounds more right.