This is a poem written for my mother on her 70th birthday.

Your flesh and blood’s creation I,
Your hopes and hardships creation I.

You gave unending, never asking why,
You fended forever, never doubting why.

Because of your prayers I stand,
To you indebted today I stand.

God’s another form — that you are,
God’s greatest gift — that you are.

My prayer, that healthy you stay,
My wish, that happy you stay.

For you today, I pray anew,
To you today, my thanks anew.