Mother we can over come this

From you we came
By your hand we grew
There is no other
Quite like you.

Forgive the cliché
But its true
To sum this up
I love you.

We first see you
Your name taken
Your provided with the highest title of all
MUM - it's better spoken.

This damned situation will pass soon enough.
Imagine if you will,
This event is something we can climb,
Be it a tree or, better yet, a hill.

The metaphor has great relevance;
The higher we climb now the higher and closer to god we will be at the end.

You'll support me as you always have,
Guide my on this journey.
I'll help you too
As will our saviour, and family.