Who is she whose love is fierce
Whose passion is undying
And who has an unyielding prayer
For me to succeed and do well?
Who is she whose smile is dear to my soul
Whose tears whilst they live on her face;
In my heart awaken the flame of compassion?
And whose pain so deeply from within
Moves me beyond what any force could?
Who is she who makes a house a home?
Whose hands for my care, are calloused-
The tale of relentless labour betraying?
Who even now sees but in me,
A child so tender and mild?
Who is she, who for my sake
Has spent many a sleepless night-
Robbed of the cocoon of sleep,
By my shrill cry in the dead and dark of night?
Who holds in her heart;
The story of my triumph as a shining beacon
The tale of it; telling to any who will listen?
Who is she, in whose eyes I have been
And will always be her precious child?
Who is she, if not the gift that to me,
My mother is?
#HappyMother’sDay