Stavroula!

She is the epitome of strength and grace,

A mother who works with a fierce embrace,

Her hands, calloused and worn,

But her spirit, never torn.

She rises before the sun,

Her daily tasks have just begun,

From cleaning and cooking to making ends meet,

She does it all with such ease and feat.

In the kitchen, she's a master chef,

Her dishes, a true delight to taste and catch,

With love and care, she creates each meal,

A nourishment that our hearts can feel.

But her role doesn't end there,

For she is also our therapist, always there to care,

Her words of wisdom, like a calming balm,

Guiding us through every storm.

Her home, a sanctuary of love,

Filled with warmth and blessings from above,

She tends to every corner with tender care,

Making sure her family has all they need to share.

A true testament to femininity personified,

With grace and poise, she stands dignified,

Juggling roles with such effortless ease,

She is a sight to behold, that everyone sees.

And as for me, I am fortunate indeed,

To have her as my mother, Stavroula, indeed,

For she is not just a provider, chef, and homemaker, so God please forsake her,

But a true inspiration, a teacher and nanny.

So here's to my mother, my guiding light,

My source of strength, through every fight,

I am blessed to call her mine,

For she is a true testament to motherhood divine.