H appy Mother's Day to those whose children
A re those for whom their love must be their womb,
P leased to labor in a common garden
P runing plants they would themselves have sown.
Y es, praise to those whose love is notwithstanding,
M others who could not be mothers, yet
O f charity and need came to the calling,
T aking from the world what joy they would.
H ow well the will can ride an errant wind!A re those for whom their love must be their womb,
P leased to labor in a common garden
P runing plants they would themselves have sown.
Y es, praise to those whose love is notwithstanding,
M others who could not be mothers, yet
O f charity and need came to the calling,
T aking from the world what joy they would.
E ach fate is but the field of our endeavor.
R eason may resist our heartfelt ends
'E re we share our passions with another.
S o may we all, through sacrifice and love,
D aily do what will our spirits prove,
A sking only for what we might give,
Y ielding not our labors but our lives.
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