Mothers

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.