A Tribute To Mothers
When
long ago in Eden ’s
land
God
viewed His proud creation,
He
saw at once it could not stand
And
so He made a woman.
Alas
it was, she first to sin,
And
made all men to suffer,
But
first she was to know real pain,
For
she was the first mother.
A
helper she assigned to be,
The
man to be her leader,
She
plucked his dinner from a tree,
But
the fruit was oh, so bitter.
Condemned
she was to die, but first,
To
know the pain of children.
As
Abel’s blood cried from the earth.
The
mother’s heart was broken.
From
age to age each mother’s breast
Has
known the grief and pain,
Of
love and labor, life and death,
But
rise each day to bear the strain.
And
yet her loves’ a gem so pure,
It
ceases never still to shine.
Through
storm and tempest it endure,
A
monument so rare, sublime.
What
tribute can mere words portray?
What
diadem to crown?
A
head so worthy to array,
An
empress of such great renown.
A
woman is a precious gift,
To
mankind oft times undeserved.
But
a mother is a treasure chest,
She’s
worth her weight again in gold.
Let
every mother be exalted,
Upon
a golden, lofty throne.
And
let her name be ever honored
For
the glory all her own.
Let
manhood never dethrone her,
Nor
yet despoil her majesty.
The
queen of Earth and Ether,
Throughout
all eternity.
To
all mothers high or lowly,
All
mothers rich or poor,
Know
that you, and you only,
To
life’s avenue’s the door.
How
precious is a mother’s love!
How
warm her tender care.
As
gentle as a turtle dove,
Are
mothers everywhere.
What
father can console a child,
Fretfully
tossing through the night?
Like
a mother strong yet so mild.
From
early dusk to the morning light.
And
what man there is without a mother?
Though
he king or peasant be.
And
when there ever was another,
As
brave and loving strong as she?
Kings,
princes, soldiers, poets,
Philosophers
doctors, lawyers,
Statesmen,
politicians, musicians,
Writers,
journalists, actors, singers,
Psychologists,
psychiatrists, lyricists,
Architects,
builders, carpenters, masons,
Engineers,
painters, artist, pages,
Rich
man, poor man, scholar, knave,
Policeman,
doorman, beggar, slave.
All
are your sons! Your sons!
Your
sons! Your sons! Your Sons!
Your
sons! Your sons! Your Sons!
Your
sons! Your sons! Your Sons!
Your
sons! Your sons! Your Sons!
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