What makes a mother a mother?
What makes her different from another?
Is it the stride in her walk?
The way she might talk?
The look in her eyes
The sound of her cries.
Could it be the taste of her food?
Could it be her attitude?
Perhaps her outlook on life
Maybe the sum of her strife.
May be I have overlooked the most important part
May be a mother is best define by her heart....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem