A Mother's Love is Her Armor

Mama's fears like thunder in the storm. Facing tempers and keeping us warm. Though fatigue whispers,

she stumbles and shakes. With grace in her heart, she never forsakes.

When her shield drops, I hold her close. She growls with fire,

I still have hope. She gives her all to her family Every prayer, every spark that

fuels the dream. The storms may rage, but they won't take her down. Love's her armor,

she owns this battleground.