What Would I Be Without My Mother?
I would be cast upon the barren rocks:
Without depth of soil,
Without any moisture;
Friendless, scorched, a stunted plant.
I would be hidden in the weeds of life:
Without a chance for sun,
Without room to grow;
A little, choked-out flower.
I would be growing without direction,
Without a vision,
Without a purpose:
A tangled, fruitless vine.
You have prepared the ground:
Dug out the rocks,
Moistened the soil
With tears and prayers before me.
You have weeded and cared:
Cut out the invaders,
Cleared the way,
Cultivated virtue and graces.
You have nurtured and guided:
Directed my heart,
Gave me a vision,
Pointed me to the Source of life.
Thank You, Mama