The Woman In them, were the seeds planted, In them, we had our beginning, They provided nourishment during our budding stage, After we came forth, We were drenched with love and care, They fed and cuddled us, With heavy eyes and weary hands, They did their chores, Even after we had gone far past toddler stage, They still stayed close, Though we left and tied the nuptial knot, There’s always a room for us around them. Though far and away, Remembrance of their tender care, Brings us back to them, Their supportive advice has kept us from harm’s way, Has covered away our shame, Confiding in them on up close and personal matters, Saved us from embarrassing moments. Bringing out the best and shine in us, Is their utmost reasonable goal, They nipped in the bud even the slightest ill-attitude. When they are gone, A vacuum is left, A lingering void perpetuates, The home front is dealt a blow, Incompleteness sets in, We are left with a deficit of one in the race, A reduction in the quantum leap, Someone else tries to fill the space, They try to wear the shoes, It doesn’t fit well enough, An irreparable loss.