Blessed are her arms,
The arms that held me close when rocking me to sleep.
Blessed are her tears,
The ones she shed when he left her, alone with two children.
Blessed are her hands,
The ones she worked hard so that her children may have food to eat and clothes to wear.
Blessed is her heart,
The one that broke every time her children were hurt and every time they cried.
Blessed are her eyes,
The ones that have seen her children's struggles, triumphs, and failures.
Blessed is her will,
Whenever others would have given up and fallen apart, she did not.
Blessed are her ears,
For they have heard much more than what was ever said.
Blessed is her mouth,
That gave goodnight kisses and never went a day without saying I love you.
Blessed I her faith,
The faith she had in God and the faith she had in her children.
Blessed is her,
She that is called mother,
She that gave birth to me and loved me in all my ugliness.
Blessed am I.
