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

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