Mother On Song

I was the channel of birth
can't be the pole of death
I was the bearer of breath
won't be the conduit of dirt
So, be happy
and beware, dear child
this is the meaning of life

I was the anchor
when parchments yearned
I was the ink
when blotters drank
I was the eyes and the tears
reading and reaching at once
Mine was the bosom
mine was the shield
How sweet you were in cuddly wrap!

I was the hoping, and the hope
as you reached out at night
I, the frightened and the fright
as you broke out in pangs
Hey, I was the night, you were the dawn
So, be happy
and beware, dear child
this is the story of life

I was the past as the hours passed
I am now the ancient - but I care
You are the shoot of the ageing tree
Grow in love
You be the modern - and should care
Give with love
There is a present no past can write
or rewrite
There is an ancient all youth must hold
and uphold
So, be happy
and beware, dear child
this is the history of love!

For, through you and spouse
the story continues
And, through both of you
our lineage be legend...or doom
Pray H.A.P.P.Y!

On the occasion of 2007 International Women's Day, we must celebrate MOTHERS. I wish our
world leaders were listening to their moms - or recalling what they were taught - these days!

Me, I thank my own mama o!!