Her-o-ic
Armorless
she takes her stand
no axe to brandish
her shield: hand.
No magic spell
but reassures us:
all is well
and never fear
ignore those dragons
flying near
for I am here
protecting you
my dearest ones
all my daughters
all my sons
neglecting none.
No sword but love
she strives above
outshines all others
who are not mothers.
Her-o-ic © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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In honor of heroic mothers everywhere.
Challenge prompt link:
https://allpoetry.com/contest/2720549-The-Heros-Tale
Submitted: March 21, 2019