Mother superior,
****** nurturer of a planted seed.
Embalming growth,
Reaped the fruit with an eyeful of dreams.
  Eternal gardener,
You have raised this fruit to a whole.
Life giver,
It has grown plump flesh and soul.
  Mother love,
I am what I was brought here to be.
Fear not,
For above all, your son I will be.
  Till death,
You will wish for your son to live on.
Need not,
For in life itself your name I will carry on.
  Mother believe,
Your lap has been my throne.
Choices gallore,
But I'd rather be with you, home.
Worry less,
Mother your boy will be a man.
Listen here,
He will always be there till the end.