She was sprawled rather finely
On the fields near the mountains,
The sound of a brook not too far away.
She was on an adventure,
A lifelong mission,
To bring forth into the world
Her greatest anthem
She was, by herself, a universe -
Filled with galaxies of aspirations,
Nebulae of passions and
Constellations of hopes and dreams
And into this song, this masterpiece
She hopes to give a part of herself
A universe born from a universe
She carefully crafted this musical piece
Meticulously weaving note by note
And placing sounds in their proper place
She spent countless of sleepless nights
Pouring her heart and soul into her work
Weathering the blood, sweat and tears
That the earnest endeavor entailed
It was the very expression of her soul
Made with every good thought
And every good intention
It was her joy and her hope
Filled with all things bright and lovely
Her grandest work of art
It was her entirety
Her greatest anthem is love
Her greatest anthem is true
And whether or not
She is here today,
I am certain she still lives on
Because, as a matter of fact,
Her greatest anthem is you.
Epilogue
May the sounds of our mothers
Continue to echo in our lives today
That we may be a manifestation
Of their great love and sacrifice
Let the whole world hear her music
Let her harmony ring true
Let her melody play on
Let us play it on
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
She was sprawled rather finely
On the fields near the mountains,
The sound of a brook not too far away.
She was on an adventure,
A lifelong mission,
To bring forth into the world
Her greatest anthem
She was, by herself, a universe -
Filled with galaxies of aspirations,
Nebulae of passions and
Constellations of hopes and dreams
And into this song, this masterpiece
She hopes to give a part of herself
A universe born from a universe
She carefully crafted this musical piece
Meticulously weaving note by note
And placing sounds in their proper place
She spent countless of sleepless nights
Pouring her heart and soul into her work
Weathering the blood, sweat and tears
That the earnest endeavor entailed
It was the very expression of her soul
Made with every good thought
And every good intention
It was her joy and her hope
Filled with all things bright and lovely
Her grandest work of art
It was her entirety
Her greatest anthem is love
Her greatest anthem is true
And whether or not
She is here today,
I am certain she still lives on
Because, as a matter of fact,
Her greatest anthem is you.
Epilogue
May the sounds of our mothers
Continue to echo in our lives today
That we may be a manifestation
Of their great love and sacrifice
Let the whole world hear her music
Let her harmony ring true
Let her melody play on
Let us play it on
Happy Mother's Day!
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