There's a mother caring for her child,
Who has the ability to calm the wild.
Her strength is that of an ox tenfold,
But she is calm, like a wind blown marigold.
A mother ties a family's enduring knot,
And she remains to be compassionate
If her child is down or hurt. Alas!
No one knows how to best console at last.
If women didn't exist and we were without,
This world would be somber and full of doubt,
Children would pout and men would surely cry.
For men without women are a belie.