Our Mother is The Sweetest

Our mother is the sweetest and

Most delicate of all.

She knows more of paradise

Than angels can recall.

She's not only beautiful

But passionately young,

Playful as a kid, yet wise

As one who has lived long.

Her love is like the rush of life,

A bubbling, laughing spring

That runs through all like liquid light

And makes the mountains sing.

And makes the meadows turn to flower

And trees to choicest fruit.

She is at once the field and bower

In which our hearts take root.

She is at once the sea and shore,

Our freedom and our past.

With her we launch our daring ships

Yet keep the things that last.