Oh Mother, Whatever I will be…

a poem by Mary Mathew

Oh my mother, the nurturer of my soul.
You were always with me without fail.
You have loved me, cared about me,
Your blessings like the never-ending sea.
You encouraged me, inspired me
Your each prayer like each bead in a rosary.
Oh mother, how can I return all these gifts?

I may not be able to do everything for others.
I may not be prompt in executing my duties.
I may not excel in all the things I am involved.
I may not compete for a position in this world.

But oh mother, whatever I will be…
I will always lend a helping hand.
I will always strive for keeping a standard.
I will discover the hidden strength in me
And will channel it to prosperity.

Oh mother, whatever I will be…
I will be because you loved me.