What exactly is a mother comprised of?
Compassion and love?
Divinity from the heavens above?
Or is she just someone to be proud of?

What exactly does a mother do?
Control and subdue?
Amend all things slightly askew?
Or is she just someone to look up to?

What exactly is a mother’s equivalence?
The earth’s circumference?
The stars and the universe’s omnipotence?
Or is she just someone with unlimited brilliance?

Is she benevolence and elegance intertwined?
Or is she extravagance and magnificence refined?
The answer to my questions will never be truly defined.
Because a mother is all of these things combined.