Like a jewel thou shineth, dark thou sendeth home.
Planets eight thou holdeth, showing thy might;
Were you absent, would exist a stone?
What makes a woman a mother?
Oh, pain and patience will I say;
She sure knows not how to other
or to keep care and warmth away.
Oh! A mother hits not the hay
when her kids are hungry or sad;
Embodies love, for kids does pray.
A mother’s selfless, with love clad.
Variety thou adoreth, thousand-named.
With no beginning or end floweth thou,
creating great creators who are famed.
Remember those weird days when both said tales and all that jazz?
I’d on such nights just laugh and laugh and laugh;
Witty ye both sure are; for both what I wish? Life pizzazz!
Your stories of courage might I compile?
For they need to be brought forth to the world,
Your presence on this planet is more than worthwhile.
The only thing that would upset you both was my scoring a low mark;
But since you were individuals highly heartening,
You knew that your son would one fine day make a really good mark.