It all began with You

This poem was written for Mothers' Day.

It is said that the hand that rocks the cradle is the one that rules the world.
Each, doctor, teacher, lawyer, or whatever the job is called.
A woman, though some may not admit or realize
Is the true recipient of each degree, trophy or prize.

The sanitation worker who picks up after us
Is emulating Mother, who does it without fuss.
The attorney who tries to prove one’s innocence
Does it in Mother’s spirit, she presided in each offence.

The presidents of all the great nations of the earth
Owe their greatness to a woman who gave them life at birth.
The police who parades the streets and spots crime night and day.
Is alert just as Mother is to all we do and say.


No matter how simple or great our contribution,
Just imagine that there was a global convention,
And all these great men were babies once again,
Were hungry,sad or uncomfortable or feeling any pain
They would look for hope, for this someone no other.
And all the babies in that convention will scream, “I WANT MY MOTHER!!”