How should I describe her?

The woman who shines like a star,

After enduring the pain of all sorts,

They are the ones who gave us birth.

Mothers are the ones,

Who carried us nine months in their wombs,

Two years in their warming arms,

And forever in their hearts with no harm.

 Stitched and shabby clothes that she wears,

And a morsel of food that she spares,

Reflects the love of a mother for her kids,

In the rhythm of her, every pulse and beat.

They are the ones,

Who will always burn,

Just like the undying sun,

Radiating its light in the barn.

~ Tshering Yangden 

Bhutan