Of all the gifts life may bestow
There's one which sets the rest below
The wombs from which life emanates
Whose rearing deeds shall not abate
Some men aspire for fortunes
Many vie with one another
But woe to those who live and die despising their own mothers
No Prophet, Queen, nor Statesman could espouse a nobler creed
Despite the goals one might attain, a mother bears the seed
The bastion of her family, the center of a nation
O Mother, you're an altruist, benevolent and patient
Your moistened finger raised, removing smudges from my face
Such acts of love kept me aloof from living in disgrace
When others choose to compliment my sister or my brother
I hope they will give pause and give some credit to our mother
