Gratitude is…

The first light of Spring, breaking out of the shadow.
The spark, that refused to go out.
You braved the rain, at times of great sorrow, in a planet reduced to self-doubt.
Taking the hope, shining the star, you are the inspiration, that has made us come so far.
You lead us to the future.
You leave behind the past.
Together we can survive, and break free at last.
This lockdown’s made us sadder, we want to curl up and die.
But for your persistent optimism, makes us spread out wings and fly.
So I award you with this prize,
Meaning more than any other,
The same meaning of this poem,
Thank you Mother.