Motherhood is an office of great renown
The 'backbone' of a nation is her crown
Created for trust and loyalty
And every sacred responsibility

Fashioned from the mind of GOD
Her duties no other can afford
To do all that her call demands
This rare gift is hers to man

In her, her offspring do rejoice
She speaks with kindness in her voice
When hurt, she is the perfect cure
A mother's love is very pure

A leader too in her own way
She steers a course no other may
A perfect gift to human kind
To anchor soul, heart and mind

On bended knees she seeks GOD's leading
With faith and hope she's interceding
For loved ones, maybe not her own
Piety is what she has always known

This precious gift has been misused
And often times she's been abused
Esteem her more than any other
This priceless gem that we call "MOTHER"

Copyright^© Jacinta F Hewitt