Mothers are the place where love
Emerges from the earth,
And happiness rings out like bells
In honor of our birth.

Mothers are the sun that lights
For life our inner sky,
So we may know that we are loved
And need not question why.

Mothers are the moon that shines
Upon our black despair,
So even when we weep, we know
That someone's always there.

Whatever fear, or stress, or pain
Might them to anger move,
We know that underneath the storm
We have, always, their love.

This poem is from Poetry by Nicholas Gordon

Background Set is by:

Midi is Lakai sequenced by Iman Tjahjano
(if anyone knows his URL, please let me know!)

Thanks for everything, Mom!
I Love You!