As the mother of our children, ?
Who are as special as can be.?
You are greatly loved of them.?
And equally loved by me!
They are a mirror image,
Of the good I see in you.
Even though I was there with you,
Your handiwork still shines through.
You bore and raised a daughter.
A beauty of poise and grace.
And a son who is a man now.
In his good looks can be seen your face.
I look at them and feel the pride
That they both do have in you.
And every day I hope you know,
I share that same pride too!
They say a man is happiest
When his quiver has been made full.
But you helped raise up these arrows,
As only you could do!
We all are very thankful,
You are the mother of this clan.
And I could not be prouder,
To be their father and your man!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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