A mother has a joyous job to bear! A snuggle warm with love, a hug and kiss, To fill her days with golden light so rare. Emotions bright do morph the hurt to bliss. A mother has a frightful task to learn! The dirty diapers, long and sleepless hours, The crash, the drugs, the bride who makes her squirm, Ignites a fire that scorches hearts like ours. A mother has a spirit drawn to growth! The good and bad, a woven crown of gold, Refining soul, a martyr’s mind, an oath To give herself for children young and old. A son who has a mother such as this Is like a star that shines in night’s abyss.