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Cape billowing in the wind, suits that stop bullets
Body armor full of weapons, gadgets for every purpose Wings of gods, muscles of steel
None of these she has

Eyes that quell uprisings with just one stare
Ears that hear every word; be they whispers or screams
Hands that weave their magic; healing with just a touch
Arms that wrap round and the world’s a better place
Words that lift and place on clouds so high
Love that fills the oceans to overflowing
All contained in frame so dainty

Keeper of the home front
Warrior, standing tall to fight all battles
Pillar of strength, paragon of virtue
Unsung hero, mom’s the word