My mom was the ultimate unsung hero.
She was born in January, subzero.
She had a warm, tender heart—the opposite of wintertime. 
Her mere presence was oh, so sublime.
She was a woman of great faith and promoted education. 
She graduated from vocational school to no standing ovation, 
Always in the background while on the front lines.
Other people received praise time after time. 
Happy-go-lucky, that was her style. 
Mom, I miss your infectious smile. 
You lived a harder life than I preferred. 
But you pressed on; yes, you endured. 
You’re in heaven now surrounded by the royalty you are. 
I see the twinkle in your eyes at night with the stars.