great are the heights in the life of a person
little have we known men to be in curse
never to be known the love of a mother
complete and content the heart so nurtured.
experience does a woman the gift of her life
the painful experience of joy the queen of someone
jewels are junk to be with her is all
needed in life the birth of a new born.
enters does a life with weight to be drained
happiness and pain weird oh my!
but after the pain is the never ending joy
mother oh mother we thank her to cry.
cry and cry she hugs to calm us
the warmth of love we get so precious
grow and grow to go away from her
think less of her as we grow to be older
inside i cry my dear god of me
mother my mother love u till death.