The tears of a mother… who can define them?
The heart of a mother… what can contain it?
The hope of a mother… where does it reach its threshold?
The joy a mother holds… who will question its power?
The pride a mother feels… who can deny it?
Excitement to see you, to know you, to be your family and your friend…
Oh Child… you can not contain my love and yet, you hold it all.