The Mother of Mothers,

With sisters and brothers, and significant others,

Born by immaculate conception,

Creating life to it's absolute perfection,

She has stood the test of time, so far,

Accompanied by the Sun, her loving star,

The moon tugs on her tides and pulls life from her bones,

And has helped her along this long, winding road,

She gives life to everything we see,

A flower, a field, a mountain, a tree,

Growing, nurturing, giving life in every way,

Never ceasing to give love, night or day,

Her only need being to be loved in return,

Which is something we all need to learn,

We humans take her generosity for granted,

Within her womb, the seeds, we have planted,

She gives, we take. She loves, we hate.

Return the love before it's too late,

Groom her, love her, show her you care,

Take her not for granted, for you breathe her air,

What she gives, she may also take away,

You never know, this could be her last day...

She loves you- love her back.

Her death isn't just a rumor, but a fact.