Mother

She is the rock upon which I walk
And the pillar I lean upon
She is the one that helps me up
Or lets me fall down
She is the one who praises
And the one who holds rights to scold
She held my hand when I feared
This is why she is revered
When I fall ill she cares for me
With her gentle, healing hand
When I could not fight,
She is my gladiator with sharpened blade,
Ready to defend me to her grave
She is my mother
The one beside me, standing tall