Mother

There are nought enough words to speak thy name.

For what be of me, is that of you.

May you be blessed, and I pray result of me, it not in vain.

You bore me nine, till my entry;

and air I drew with lung of mine.

With no regard for safety of your own,

that you hence gave to us,

'bout every cut, bruise or broken bone.

A mothers' love, a boundless feat.

You be lucky to forever keep.

Even from beyond, they guild us.

Generations of mothers be -

through the very blood, soul and limbs of thee.

She be your flesh, and you of her.

A more depth-full love,

on this earth never again shall occur.

My mother sweet, be still now.

From you to me, and onward endless more.

The love you showed, will continue as a wave

of warmth, an everlasting roar.