For nine months they carry an extra load,
To work, to the toilet, to bed,
With all the sickness it comes with,
Never complaining, only enduring,
Focused on the glee of that day,
When the life God incubates in them,
Transitions to earth,
Then with very excruciating birth pangs,
And all the strength and grace only God can give,
They push to birth the life they nursed in them,
A push usually accompanied by squirms,
Squeals, cries and groans too deep for words,
They cried long before the baby cries,
In that first drink of earthly air,
The evidence of new life,
Yet after birth motherhood has still only begun,
It is more about the raising and upbringing than the birth,
More tiring days and sleepless nights set in,
Painful adjustments to accommodate this new call,
A woman's noblest call,
A call to rock the cradle,
And as she rocks the cradle she rocks the world,
The mothers shape the future of the world,
With every life in them they love,
They nourish and care, fiercely protect,
They nurse and hang in there,
Through the bitterest storms,
In that first drink of earthly air,
The evidence of new life,
Yet after birth motherhood has still only begun,
It is more about the raising and upbringing than the birth,
More tiring days and sleepless nights set in,
Painful adjustments to accommodate this new call,
A woman's noblest call,
A call to rock the cradle,
And as she rocks the cradle she rocks the world,
The mothers shape the future of the world,
With every life in them they love,
They nourish and care, fiercely protect,
They nurse and hang in there,
Through the bitterest storms,
Through human imperfections,
Through the messiness of growth,
They stay in there to savor,
And share our best accomplishments,
Yes, there is nothing, nothing in the whole wide world,
Like the love of a good mother,
They stay in there to savor,
And share our best accomplishments,
Yes, there is nothing, nothing in the whole wide world,
Like the love of a good mother,
She may not have a biological child of her own,
Yet a precious mother all the same,
To one and many,
This is why even in the evening of my life,
At a ripe old age,
I will still be mama's boy,
I celebrate you moms,
And if you know a mama like mine,
Pomp a fist of celebration in the air,
Find the time, make the time,
Tell and show mom you appreciate her love,
You rock mom, you rock,
You are better and stronger than a rock,
Yet soft like a drifting fog,
There is nothing like a good mother's love.
This is why even in the evening of my life,
At a ripe old age,
I will still be mama's boy,
I celebrate you moms,
And if you know a mama like mine,
Pomp a fist of celebration in the air,
Find the time, make the time,
Tell and show mom you appreciate her love,
You rock mom, you rock,
You are better and stronger than a rock,
Yet soft like a drifting fog,
There is nothing like a good mother's love.
Brussels © November 2014 afesehngwaHilary
