Like from the womb of each morning
Begins a promise from the Lord of a new beginning.
So has a dawn of motherhood begun
In the womb of each mother for her young one.

The love for her child can be seen in her eyes
As she gazes fondly at her child, watching in diligence.
The dangers around her newborn are thus surmounted.
Like the sea and the shore, an enduring bond is formed.

From the optimistic oasis of her benevolence
She shows her child the kindness of Mother Nature-
In a nightingale’s song, in the breath of fresh air
That touches one’s cheek, in the jewels of the seas.

From the protective fortress of her thoughtfulness
She shows her child the trials and tribulations
Of life in this world, of the pain common man faces
Of the love and treachery that exists in many a heart.

From the sanctuary of her ocean-like devotion
She shows her child the significance of prayer in life.
As her child’s hands are folded in entreaty to Thee
The soul is enriched with purity in the thoughts of the deity.

A mother is created in the image of God, a devotee she is.
She creates in us love and consciousness to one and all.
While walking among the roses, she makes us see them bloom.
Yet she is vigilant we do not touch the thorns in the blossom.

A mother is a friend, who partakes in our playtimes,
Sharing secrets and making us grow with the changing times.
With her one sees the selflessness of the sunset departing
For the sunrise that is anticipating a new beginning.

A mother is a gift attached with emotional heartstrings
The chord of her feelings stroked by her child’s caressing hands
She will be with us like the recurring seasons for a lifetime,
A blessing that is showered on us from the heaven’s golden rays
Like a halo on her child.

“All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel Mother.”
~ Abraham Lincoln ~