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