A stork came one day,
And gave a mother gift.
A tiny little baby,
And her life began to shift.

Now this tiny little baby,
Does not know how to be,
But this is a mother’s job,
To raise her children to grow and flourish like a tree.

As she sings her babies soft lullabies,
She realizes how fast time flies.
Soccer games, school plays, homework help and more,
Reflect the love for her children she may store.

Sitting by the bedside of a sick child,
Working on a school project due the next day,
And running to play-dates and doctors
Is a mother’s natural way.

Now for one day a year,
The children honour their mother.
They shower her with love and gifts,
Because they would rather no other.

A mother holds her children close,
In the center of her heart.
She gives them all her love and care,
Because they are her works of art.