For thee shall these painted prints be,
Thy courage, talent and altruism
Each has shown me what mothers should be
Thy tears, thy love, thy care and lots more
Who on earth like thee has been?
To love and love than love itself
Not a semblance of replacement
For thy vital position
My might, my mum’s in God
How shall I repay, thy deed yet unknown
The musing and sighing of yester years
Thy arm has cured my vile contagion
Thou art dearer to me than the ruddy drop
My moments of joy are thine of sorrow
Mine of satisfaction are thine of the other
When fed thou art hungry
When in paean, thou art pained
Mommy the architect of my all
My first teacher thou art
The fear of God I learned from thee
My life on earth is thine in God
For Him alone is all thy all
These prints shall immortalize thee
Thou art a mother of love and care
By thy selflessness and giving
The orphan has found a refuge in thee
Mommy thou art more to me than thousand pretties
And all the Godly counsel shall be my guide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem