Woman, Mother is thy Name!

She nurtures a tiny seed in her womb

She feels a fragile lump bloom

She smiles patiently through searing pain

Woman, Mother is thy name!

She's all set to meet her newborn

A little apprehensive, a little forlorn...

But when the tiny eyes dig deep into her soul

She knows she's finally reached her goal

She teaches him what she knows...

No matter how strong the wind blows

Face your problems with a mind so sound

And live your dreams with a heart profound

She's old. She's stood the test of time...

Her skin is withered beaten and sublime

She still has a lot to give, even though,

It's just a few moments she's got to live

She leaves then for her celestial abode

She is so sacred in her omnipresent robe

She exudes gentle warmth to the last flame

Woman, Mother is thy name!