My mother’s my inspiration and my guide
Oceans and continents though her face may hide
The love that we share transcends this chasm
Her memory brings forth a bitter-sweet spasm
Energetic, loving, the tender caring face
Reminds me oft, of those carefree old days
Oh, how we blossomed under her care
Flowering forth, in the wholesome air
My faith my spirit and my stride
I can trace their roots with the greatest pride
No one can match a mother you see, in
Exhorting her children the best to be