Mother's Day
The worship of any life
Should be that of the one
Who brought us into life
She is the pain of birth
She is the tender embrace
She is the tears of concern
She is the nurturing breast
She is the one who loved us
When we thought none did
She is the gentle guiding hand
Wiping our sadness into smiles
Cleansing out clothes to make us shine
Combing our hair to make us attractive
Nursing each ache all night when necessary
She is the mother of beauty and grace that will
Guide each young lady to know that goodness is
not weakness
And every young boy a realization that gentleness
is to be revered
She is the spirit of motherhood the energy that
gives us love forever
For it is her children that will make the world
a place of beauty and truth
© Paul Viel 2000
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