MOTHERS

God couldn't be here, so he made mothers,
distinguished champions, of the working class.
The noblest occupation there ever was,
No pay, no pause, endless sacrifice.
Peace is upon him, who once said,
Paradise lies beneath a mother’s feet.

We are products, of what they mould,
Praise is due, to the selfless souls.
What they give we cannot repay,
A mother's love, is pure and true.

They kiss and hug and shout and scold,
but mothers' hearts, are made of gold.
We do naught, but cause them grief,
For When we're born, its sleepless nights.
The teenage years, we're full of spite,
And Growing up we think we're right..,
believing we need no more advice.

Often times, we do come back,
Scurrying home, into mama's arms.
For be it rain or shine,
A Mothers' love, is for all time
.
Like the laws, of gravitational force,
mine’s a natural phenomenon of sorts.
For, what I am and whatever I'll be,
She bore and raised and cared for me.
I took her looks, her voice and smile.
Her prayers are shields to protect me
Coverings that perpetually enshroud me.

For my mother I say this prayer
"O Our lord protect my mother dear,
And bless her lord, she's my mama bear,
And grant her strength from year to year,
and in my heart forever dear"
If I believe angels walk amongst men
It’s because I grew up with one of them.
Raise your glasses, let’s say Amen!
As we hail the mothers of all men.
Peace is upon the man who said
Paradise lies beneath her feet.