Mamma, I thank you
Not just for my existence
But for what I have become

Its the standards
You set for yourself
That become examples for me

Its your faith in me
That takes the shape
In my little achievements

Its your belief in me
That shapes my conduct
And wins me praises everywhere

Its your love
That fills my cup
And its overflowing all the time

What others get from me
Is mere spillover
From that endless stream!