Thou art loving O mine dearly mama
All hail for pangs dureth on my birth bed
Much thou suffer at the touch of pain,ha!
That thine screech,no small earsore for the world
what price to pay the bossom upon i fed?
What penny for tears,that thine weak eyes flood?

Herald for years gone,so care in the past
For mine wrong thou weep,that mine right thou smile
O loving mama heart of dove thou hast
Dearly mama in you love never hile

Thou art loving,mother of many sons
Thine ever tender heart abode for all
By thine loving,no harm mine soul befall
Thou art rose mama in this world of thorns

Love you momma

Dedicated to all fairer sex

Critics, where're you?