And God created woman

And God created Mom

Of all times millennium's past of every year,
month and day,  from creations dawn,
from all the journeys of mankind
to this morning of your reign.

 Mom! Without you, what other reason
to live another day, to wear strength to wake
 and walk to war and pain?  
Without you, Mom, all deeds are in vain.

Here on earth,  in blossom and ambrosia  upon your human garden,  or,
beyond, in heavens  by glorious labor,
You, Mom, inhabit the frontiers  of never-ending
dreams  for it is your light  upon the altar
of our prayers for us, your homage to the Gods,  
in vigil guarding our days.