Dearest Mother, You're Gods Greatest Miracle

Mysterious as nature's emotion
One of Gods wonderful creation
Lovelier than any flower
Nor can honey be sweeter.

Object of everybody's need
Is she a decor to adorn a house
Is she a servant to her spouse?
Is she a libber or a fighter
Who scares even her own father?

To be half of man's heart
Half of man's soul, was she made
To guide and nurture
Tender children's mind
'til they mature?

How could we ever repay
The love she she gave for you
and me, How could we
we ever forget the sacrifices she
did to meet our needs

Everybody could find in her
A friend, a comforter,
A critique, a rejoinder,
A teacher, an admirer and more

Right words are hard to find
Describing this noble woman,
Who's created by God to be
idolized by man
And to whom we owe our most
precious life.