To wish a great day to all moms,
Would take forever to single out.
To affect many with words of beauty,
Would be appropriate no doubt.
Instead of words of delight,
Let truth be passed between us instead.
You shake way down deep each night,
Each time you go to bed.
You fear each moment to hear or see,
Words brought by long faces.
Wipe your tears put bravery up front,
Hide sadness, leave no traces.
You till ground for them to grow,
Provide fertile terrain.
Lives watered with tears and sweat,
Given with so much pain.
You prune weeds and thorns
that choke, and hamper success.
Only to see them back again,
To steal away any progress.
You often see others gain sway,
As they lie in wait to shade.
Wild roots attack tender ones,
And strength built up will fade.
All you can do in end is depend,
On love you give.
Hope it comes home someday.
In your heart to live.