A poem in honor of my mother’s 50th birthday. Happy birthday, Ma!

The jewel you are,

As hard as a diamond

As sweet as a pearl

As vibrant as a ruby,

A blessing as gold

The jewel you are,

Who shines and stands out,

With her jagged surface

That is rare and sought for.

The jewel you are,

Buried among unpolished gems,

Yet has graced us with imperfection

To complete a perfect puzzle.

The jewel you are,

A necklace proudly worn,

A gem embellished on a shield,

A crown bestowed by God.

The jewel you are,

You have reached a golden age,

Almost half of which you used

To grace us with brilliance and love,

And for that, we are eternally thankful.

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