She is essence of womanhood; model of femininity.
Graceful and elegant,
Young with her school girl charm,
Wise with beauty that grows from eyes and to her soul.
She is the moral fiber and the undivided strength
of the family.
The true homemaker for she has made our home.
She is an Angel among men,
Light upon dark,
Rest among weary.
I love her for being herself and no one else.
When my eyes meet hers, I know what tenderness means;
For she is tender as the Summer breeze,
And as forgiving as a new day.
She is my mom; nothing more, nothing less
But simply the best.
-- Poem by Vincent Alexander Caruso