A mother’s a woman

That’s much like another,

Except to the children

That call her their mother.

To the world she’s average,

But kids can discover

Some wonderful things

In the heart of a mother.

They seem to know how,

For children are smart,

And are born with a key,

That will open her heart.

A mother has a way

Of reading the mind,

Of faults she most always

Seems ignorant and blind.

A mother is a judge,

Stern and demanding,

A promoter, a critic,

And yet understanding.

She remains a best friend,

Most thoughtful and kind,

Counselor and physician,

And there every time.

A mother's uniqueness

Is known by no other,

Except by the children

Who call her mother.