Woman, embodying grace and beauty.

Her feet gliding elegantly across the floor

as if floating rather than dancing.

Calm, strong words speak truth

as her voice echoes beyond the podium

into the ears of onlookers

with their hands glues to their chairs,

eyes and minds wide open

begging for the next word.

Beloved human, mother in person and name,

you give us visions of glory and wonder;

words and lessons to be handled with care,

they are for the future,

for we may not know enough just yet.

Your very presence bring wonder to a room

as your collective being astounds all those around you.

Your smile is unlike most many.

It has an air of pure joy that has been lost in the world,

with little hope left for it to be found.

Oh, and when you speak,

it is as if the world pauses, just for a moment,

just for you.

You have touched so many,

and changed so much,

that I pity those who may not know your wonder.