- Daniel Mayfield
Why We Praise Them
In the darkness, unformed, unseen
She treasured me, vastly more, than anything
I made her sick and taxed her figure
Nonetheless, her love grew richer
In time I brought her matchless torment
Yet, joy, elation, induced this advent
Through tears and blood and agony
She prevailed with amity
A love like this has no equal
Though every mother lives the sequel
Praise her; rise and call her blessed
Her body, her life, was her bequest
And yet these things are but a peek
Of why we praise and what we speak
A mothers love is seen in birth
But lives eternal on this earth
With cries for her throughout the night
Sleepless, she would still the fright
Robbed of rest; it was no more
And still she mustered self to pour
She gave her days, her years, her spirit
So praise her now, all who hear it
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