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.

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