A mother is a gentle hand,
That guides me when I cannot stand.
Her voice is soft, her heart is strong,
She lifts me up when things go wrong.
She works in silence, day by day,
Giving her love in every way.
No crown of gold, no robe of pride,
But endless care she cannot hide.
Her arms are home, her smile is light,
Her prayers guard me through the night.
If love had shape, if love had name,
A mother’s heart would be the same
All mother's deserve love from their children