The greatest blessing for a woman is to be a mother Like a tree grew up from the earth A child comes out from the womb of a mother Only a woman can give all of us birth
Mother is as patient as our holy hand Who bears with all impurities of humans But remains pure and cool with her loving hand She is beautiful in all seasons
Mother may be young, middle aged or old But her heart is really made of gold Without earth there is no nature Without mother nor is any human future
A child may go away from mother’s breast As a tree’s roots are entrenched in earth’s crest His/her leanings are in mother’s hearty grace That is the beauty of human race
This poem is dedicated to my friend GEORGINA HUDSON who writes blogs on Teaching English.britishcouncil.uk.org