Her shuttered eyes, those stemmed tears
A million dreams, and a thousand fears
Those hours she missed, of peace, of sleep
For her child, her love ran so so deep…
When she would worry for them
yet smile, with her love, deceive
And them, but always would selfish be
Blind to it all, they ne’er can perceive
What miracle made her, woman so,
With a heart unbound, pure as snow
A fathomless well, a spring of love
That even the darkest heart does but bow…
A mother, ’tis her, could only be
That God’s sent angel, visiting, see
Divine, yet human, her foibles plain
‘Tis only her could smile through all that pain…
Aigis Nalian 