ROSHAGE™ | MOTHER | VINTAGE BLACK

A mother like granite, steadfast and stern,
Guarding her rules, from which she won’t turn.
Heart forged in steel, will sharp as flint,
Clipping the wings that yearn for the wind.

A sentinel at freedom’s ethereal gate,
Her laws like chains, unyielding fate.
Love’s iron threads, as strong as silk spun,
Stifling the growth of what’s just begun.

They whisper her name, in shadows cast low,
She secures and protects, like the night guards the glow.
Yet beneath her hard, geometric form,
Lies love’s fierce flame, bright in the storm.