Ok here you go....A poetic tribute to the mothers of the world....just for you

The stone masons Goddess

when the children were first born unto this Earth,
It was the mother who tended them.
from the very first balmy pains of labor
the labor that will never stop again
food,warmth,and knowledge
these are the corner stones of culture
the original three that are one with the life-giver
woman, female, girl, all bearers of the word and the world
when she fell they carved her fecund likeness
out of the oldest rocks and stones of the world
the first stones, wept at her passing
but with life sacrificed so nobly and selflessly
She reached her work worn hands across the ages
and became idol and that eternal sparking flash of creation
that singular truth has never left us
for her memory was carved by tiny hands
so we would never forget

Moms of the world Happy Mothers' Day
if anyone deserves a day off, it is you
thanks for warmth and life and tiny hands and the knowledge you left us so we could use them.........

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