The stars of the night’s sky crown her — she is beautiful in her aura — oh, wonderful and majestic mother, the nurturer, the giver, the comforter — I kiss you with gratitude and bestow upon you the greatest honor. You are heaven’s daughter. The sacredness of your womb brings forth life from blessed darkness to blessed light. I know well the the intimacy of your soul and the depth of your plight. Your love is unwavering; for the hungry, for the rejected, for the motherless, and for the unloved you are a haven. The afflicted cry out to heaven and you are sent to them. Your hands bring forth beautiful creations. You are the forebearer of future powerful nations. You are a woman immersed in the vastness of what is intelligent, strong, loving and feminine. Your most potent medicine is affection. In your embrace there is an angelic protection.

As your own, you have accepted many motherless daughters and sons. You dispel trauma when tears run. You yourself have wept and have not slept, yet you still flawlessly and without the expectation of reciprocity give of yourself. There is a glow upon you that transcends the beauty of everything else. You are otherworldly beautiful. If no one else has told you, know that someone somewhere truly loves you. Eyes of adoration fall upon you. Beautiful mother, the loving sentiments that are written about you are eternal.