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…