Linda, my momma, a beacon of might, Strong as the mountains, enduring the night. Admired for her courage, steadfast and true, In her eyes, hope blossoms, skies are always blue. I love you, dear momma, your warmth I hold dear, Your words of encouragement, like whispers I hear. "You got this," you say, as I journey ahead, With your wisdom as my guide, I'm courageously led. Though I have much to learn, and paths to discern, In your presence, I find the strength to return. For you are my pillar, my heart’s steady burn, Linda, my momma, in your love I learn.