O Mothers,
To you I write, from the depths of my heart,
What can I compare your love to, not even art,
Even the depths of the oceans pale in comparison,
Your love overflows, a relentless, endless vision,
Unyielding, your love knows no bounds,
Like a symphony of devotion, forever unbound.
When I grow weary, you stand strong,
What are your strengths, please affirm where I belong,
Could they be akin to the timeless diamond's glow,
Or the ocean's depth that holds secrets we'll never know,
Through tempests and trials, you remain unfazed,
Yesterday, today, tomorrow, your love steadfastly blazed.
How do you manage, O mothers so dear,
Never weary, never deterred, always near,
Courageous and caring, a lighthouse in the night,
A mentor, a healer, your love shining bright,
I wonder still, how you forgive without fail,
With grace and wisdom, your love prevails.
And now I'm left with this truth,
O mothers, your love, ageless and ever so smooth,
To be raised by you, where hearts never swelled in pain,
Tears, yes, but they watered the seeds of gain,
I write this page here today because of you,
If I had a name, it would echo your virtue,
For you sought the best, you remain my glue,
The only one I claim, Mothers, so true.