Ode to my Mother

I was carved in my mother

In the mien of her love,

Though pangs of birth exhausted her,

She braved them all to let me see the light,

She cried when I did and smiled when I didn’t,

The lullaby she sang soothes me still,

Her lap is still my comfort zone,

Her labours she never lets me know,

Yet I can feel the pulse of her pain,

What can I give you, mother, ordain!

‘Cause my love for you no words can reign,

Let your love on our sons shower and rain.