Nine months she labored,
Baring sweat, exhaustion and pain.
Some men may think it's easy,
But a mother's role isn't an easy game.

Her tears of joy, new baby born,
All laboring is now at an end.
To see her face for the first time,
I am your child my mother,
A lovely God sent friend.

As twelve months pasted, aging 1 to two, to three.
Growing up with love and kindness,
A wonderful boy mom said to me.
Getting older as years stays young,
As mother gets weaker, I got even strong.

One great lesson that I learnt growing up,
Is that God can hear all mother's prayers.
So every child who disobeys and lies,
Understand what mothers are for.
To stand besides you every day,
And pick you up when you fall.