A poem for Mothers
Through her unfretted love for me
despite all my crudities and white lies,
I know what God’s divine love ought to feel,
sustaining the spectrum of His creation.
From her forgiving look I know,
that God has created us in His own image,
well, perhaps not those monsters that we see
but the face of mothers, most certainly.
O God, be Thou utmost gracious and kind
to our mothers in their declining age and beyond!
O God, the Merciful, be more caring to them
than they were to us in our helpless infancy!