THAT'S MY MOM
Out of the womb after months you bared,
Child of your own through painful despair,
Raising that child into man you dared,
In a world that even a bit didn't care.
Fed him well when hungry and weak,
Clothed him proper when cold in nudity,
Made him smile when sorrow did hit,
A man of his own becoming, you dreamt.
Roots of success embedded in his brain,
Causing no harm even when deep in pain,
Laugh with others through all that's vein,
Love to fullest that's how you brought him in.
A fine young man the boy became,
Brighter than star when others combined,
This is the flesh and blood you designed,
Prideful mother you are allowed to be one.
There are no enough thanks for him to offer,
Than deep adore for his mother he bores,
For no any woman could achieve the percent,
Which his mother a hundred cared.