We Call you Mom

Mom or Mother is such a special name. Love and devotion are symbols of your fame.
A full-life job it is, I’m told. Far more precious than silver and gold.
As the potter with his mound of clay. Shaping life is more valuable I’d say.
Using your tender hands, you always ease. With whispering words that oh, so please.
Your caressing fingers are like a feather’s touch. They’re erasing pain that hurts so much.
With gigantic lists of things to do. Remembering things that are important to you.
Oh, you live a hectic life, it’s true. Some days you may feel so blue.
God’s special gift is in your care. You’re weaving your magic for all to share.