A Mother's World

Birthers of nations; creators of the universe
World is in your hands; a spare in your purse
We dispersed out of your nourishing wombs
Relying on you to choose how we're groomed

Pruned by the gentleness of your loving touch
Consumed milk of your bosom for our crutch
So much indebtedness is owed to each of you
For your divine job never seems to be through

You have no clue how much you are cherished
Without you we'd be irreparably impoverished
Unpolished gems tossed away like unsung hymns
Void of life like the bikes inside of quarantined gyms

We swim with confidence 'cause you're our lifeguards
Knowing that we have you makes life seem less hard
Cards, flowers, candy and poetry just won't do
None can express the depth of our love or our deepest gratitude