Mothers are the place where love
Emerges from the earth,
And happiness rings out like bells,
In honor of our birth.

Mothers are the sun that lights
For life our inner sky,
So we know that we are loved,
And need not question why.

Mothers are the moon that shines
Upon our black despair,
So even where we weep, we know,
That someone's always there.

Whatever fear, or stress, or pain,
Might them to anger more,
We know that underneath the storm.

We have, always, their love