O Creator of all!
Just tell me clear
From where
You brought the stuff
To create a mother
So full of endurance
And so tough
To bear all the hardships
Of bringing up
Her children
At which star
You find such energy
To fill into her
That she can work tirelessly
Day and night
Winter and summer
I know You are too
Surprised
To find Your creation
So amazing
So unique
And surely be satisfied
That there is something
To spread love and affection
Dedicated and selfless
Tender and ever fresh
We thank You
For such a nice gift
What can we ask for more
When we have a mother
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