From my Mother,
In her womb, life received.
In her arms, life nourished.
In her words, life named.
In her thought, life explained.
In her tears, life rued.
In her joy, life relished.
In her heart, life fulfilled.
To my Mother,
What a son could only pray to give to her,
Happiness.
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Simply beautiful. Classic. Both the 'from's and the 'to' encapsulate this never-reciprocal relationship.