This day is called Mother's Day,
And were mine alive, I would give to her this poem as a bouquet:
For thou art the object of my deepest affection,
To the most precious mother of God's creation.
Tis true, I've given you times with ups and downs,
And on your face brought many frowns;
But these could not hinder your deep love,
For God had blest you with a son you could not think lightly of.
A source of comfort and strength to me have you been,
And have lifted me up when I began to descend.
So to you, who have given so much, what can I say,
But try - so long as I live – in some way
Show that all the principles of life you've taught from day one,
Will always be manifest by your grateful loving son.