Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,?
My Mother.
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward thy care,
My Mother.
When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.
Love
Havilah
Havilah Speaks 
Mother’s role is unique. Nothing like it. A mother is priceless. God bless all mothers and those who have had to to play such role.
Happy Mother’s Day.
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Yes Ohi, there are indeed some fathers who for various reasons have had to play the role of mother. The appreciation applies to them also.
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