God bless your womb wherein I (housed and kept)
First heard your voice through that containing wall
Which (cradling me) allowed you, mom, who wept
For joy, but to inure me to your call.
I proffer thanks, as I appreciate
That you did cradle what some God did make,
Your son, who proves no attribute of fate,
But what redounds but to my Father's sake.
God bless you, mother for your selfless part:
For that integral role which you yet play,
Whose comfort proves to be your beating heart;
Whose sweet instruction but your gentle way.
This Mother's Day, may joy imbue your soul
With what vain poets (taught by God) extol!