you Lord, for this mother who gave,
body to harbor me,
me safe, from the ills of this world,
you Lord for this mother of mine,
nourished me with her breast,
labored unceasing, from daylight till dark,
so little time for rest.
thank you for, a mother, who loved,
only a love you could give,
vowed with her heart, to watch over me,
long, as we both, should live.
you Lord, for this mother of mine,
suffered with pain and in tears,
then for her effort, received no rewards,
laurels, no trophies, no cheers.
can I do for this mother of mine,
generously gave, without thought,
her needs, for the wants that were mine,
her own needs as naught.
I can give, is my unending love,
my prayers and petitions to you,
you will reward her, her toil and her tears,
her life on earth is through.
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