Majourn the ones who kiss to sleep at night
Thy worrying mind with dreams turned aright.
Applaud the one woman who sees thy pain
And prays for thine health with pure, streaming tears;
With words of beauty none could ever feign.
A bond of fate is tied toward the one
Who suffered the same Hells as thou hast endured
With smiles exhaust’d by Life in its cruel fun
But brightly shone for thee to be assured.
Let not the memory and sacrifice
Of she who birthed thee die with voided smears
Of hubris harked on thee with sinful vice.
O, mothers! Best thou remembered true
By sons and daughters who had loved thee too.