My Mother My Model

My mother, my model
Her counsel is like a citadel
That shielded me from being an infidel
Though the cruelty of humanity stood as hurdles
Her counsel wouldn't permit vengeance in me linger
For as my soul together with her counsel mingled
Like yeast, it spread its influence so quickly
Combating every rebellion in me by its prickle
Now, I stand before God and all men humbled
My soul unable to wage war and wrestle
The power behind her sweet counsel
Sung in to my spirit and soul by a nightingale
My mother, my model

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