The depth of sea can be measured
But not my mother’s love

The sun may rise in the west
But her affection to me
Shall not change

The weather can be predicted
But not my mother

The rain showers sometimes
A year but my mother’s
Blessing shall shower always

I came to her as clay
She molded me into a gentleman

People may come and go
But not her

You can find a spare for all
But not mother,
She is always beyond compare.