Iron Lady

Its my turn to hold the hand that wiped my tears,

Its my turn to show the world who fought my fears,

Its my turn to give shade, to the one who shielded me from heat,

To conquer the world, and put it at her feet.

Perhaps this harsh tone I can't change even if I try,

Never did I say it, but it broke my heart to see a tear in your eye,

I desire not pillows of cotton, and silk on my bed,

But to sleep with your hand on my head.

Standing tall, the warrior of silent battles,

suffering withers away beneath the smile, none heard the soul that rattles,

The day you were made, with pleasure the high one wept,

All worrying of what I accomplish, god sent someone to worry if I slept.

The only selfless ocean of love I see, in this world filled with rivers of poison,

Unchanging and calm, the night's sun whose light can't lessen.

I sat at one corner worrying, at one corner she stayed silently awake,

I wonder who kept the ingredients ready, for the life I dreamt to make.

I challenge these soundless words, to describe my maker,

Gratitude greatly futile until I am taken by the taker,

Love you can't touch, you feel in your heart running free,

Rivers worth of affection, still fits in a cup of warm tea.

History will say I was a great man, poet with a fiery soul,

History will say, I once longed to be whole,

But I have said it before, and I shall state in for a moment another,

History will say, my first true love was my mother.