Can you dream the capacity of a mother, The unparalleled reach of her affection, Depths of courage she finds, Caring for loved ones. Once a daughter, The apple of the eye, She will always be, Beautiful by creation. If there ever be good so pure, It shall lie in the arms of the mother, In the eyes of the angel looking at the loved, In the bonds between a father and a daughter. If there ever be one born to raise above all, Leave behind beautiful scars of memory, In everything she touches, In everyone she stumbles across. In the depths of darkness, If one were to chance upon hope, Look for solace in the hour of need, Look for them in her arms. Angels walking among mortals, Defining the course of our existence, Our past, present and future, In the arms of the women of our world. The arms that carried us from birth, More capable to carry the burden of world, Lead by example to a better tomorrow, One filled a touch of humanit...