A Mother's Bond as precious as an emerald's best,
Shines like a diamond pure and crystal fresh,
Her bond shelters the fragility of her children's flesh.
Gracious is the pride of her motherhood blessed,
As she feeds her children with the milk from her breast,
Her love ensures the gentility of her children's rest.
Courageous her womb that carried her children's breathe,
Sagacious the time she spent to nurture them best,
Her arms provides them the safest place in the world's length.
Brave the strength she had to put to birth,
Relief the sigh she had as she brought forth,
Her arms the joy of carrying them felt.
A Mother's Children are her hope, she protects them with great strength,
They are her reason for living, she defends them with such might,
Her bond prevents them their chances of poor health.
Having them around, gives her reason to live,
Seeing them strong, gives her a sigh of relief,
Her love showered on them feels no grief.
Happiness, radiates her face with smile,
Joy, motivates her to go extra-mile,
Her bond immeasurable keeps them to her side.
A mother's love knows neither small nor great,
From her children she derives her strength,
Her arms lights their darkness at night.
To rest her head, she have no regrets,
Having trained her children to her great taste,
Gracious is the pride of her motherhood blessed.
She dies a fulfilled and a happy death,
Having enjoyed the fruits of her labour at last,
A Mother's Bond is as precious as an emerald's best.