Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago
Tire not, o! sweet mother of mine!
You can never go tired and dreary
Your dawning has yet to show up
Your longevity a million revolutions of Earth yet.
You have travelled too long indeed to make
Your children secured in this world
And abode of monstrous traps
Where unprepared initiates like helpless tots
And teens may unwarily step in undone
In life. You were a shield indeed
Moreso a loving nurturing voice
Of a zillion angels all
A Joan o’Arc for your children.
You cannot tire now
Long will be your pathways yet
And you are already enshrined
In our hearts, beknighted lady.
[Writ. 15 May 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]