Sun of the Love – My mother

In your pure love, the Sun takes form,

You keep us safe, you keep us warm.

You feed us first, though you go without,

My Heaven, my mother, of that no doubt.

Your hair turns white for all you’ve done,

Yet live for us—your every son.

In life’s long path, you’re my one guide,

Your every word—a truth worldwide.

Dear Mother, may you ever be well,

An angel where our joy shall dwell.

May you and Father long remain,

The crowns of love I can’t explain.