The blooming of a flower, Like a child's transformation, Overcome with great power, With a wispy sensation. Innocence is abundant, With bright faces and smiles, Their actions so redundant, There is kindness for miles. Her arms open wide, And her wings unfold, While she's full of great pride, And important, I'm told. I give her my trust, And hold her like no other, There's nothing unjust, About loving my mother. Sweet kisses of love, Upon my blessed cheek, Thanking the Gods above, For a bond that's so unique.