O humble woman,
A gift to behold.
Her caress a cure,
Her nature a smile,
While the world rages.

Often it's said
No love can be
Like that of a mother;
A timeless truth
For all to bear.

It is to you our Maker
gave life-bearing might.
Turn not your back
on your greatest gift
and suffer bitter loneliness.

O woman, sold a lie,
A venomous creed,
pitted against your true self:
A joy in cruelty,
A strength in adversity.

No, my lady, you are not God
You are not the light in darkness,
Nor an idol to bid and worship.
You are though something of outstanding importance:
A woman, a mother, the giver of Life.