A Mother's Hands

Able hands of the woman who tended our fire,
Whose sweet breath warmed the earth that it, too might respire.
Skillful hands of that old woman, a garden you tilled,
So the air with aromas of orchards was filled,

The strong hands of the woman who raised up a roof
And who lent to our childhood her beauty and truth,

Loyal hands of the woman, to freedom's cause true,
Great affairs of our state are entrusted to you,

Working hands of the woman who came to the field
And enriched the good soil, multiplying its yield,

Soothing hands of that woman held us to her breast,
She gave us warm milk and she guarded our rest,

Guiding hands of the woman, by whom we were fed,
Pointed out the right pathway that you, too, should tread,

Tender hands of the woman, our bitter tears dried
And would sooth and console us whenever we cried,

Ready hands of the woman with patience and care,
Brushed and sewed a boy's clothes, ran the comb through his hair.

Youthful hands of the bride, who like dawn seemed to glow,
Held the one whom she loved on a night long ago.

Your two motherly hands, the most lovely and dear,
Rise and rest on our head, So, We live with no fear.

Future glorious deeds will be warm to the heart,
So come, bless us, your children, before we depart.

Mother.

How long must we suffer such horror in life?
Our towns are surrounded and ruined by strikes.

Pray where does the city of Happiness lie,
perhaps in the misty confines of the sky?
Let us live for all beings, for all things alive,
But don't let our gardens for foreigners thrive.

We should study the essence of what mother would teach
To the depths of her heart and her soul we should reach.

We do remember/show respect them on Mother's day, but we must respect her every minute of life.