Mother's

To write and ode to Mother's would be so nice.

But how do I include all the shapes and sizes?

Men who Mother well, friends, the motherless.

Mark well the ones who have, strong people.

Who have faced our limited words, fell short.

Open our ways to see with Your eyes, in love.

In hopes we may understand more of You.

Plunging bravely into mystery of this vessel

We don't understand fully. Help us see vividly.

All the wonders of a mother which are Yours.

Then maybe we can express better the honor.