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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