Elated is your face,
Placid is thou mind;
Perhaps in me – the reason you’ll find.
When your heart trumpets with pride,
And the highest achiever is shy;
Perhaps in me – the reason may lie.
When your head is held high,
And the biggest malady at cure;
Perhaps in me – “humanity” is pure.
When your fictional dreams come true,
And all your fancies is the reality before you;
Perhaps the reason is all that I aspire to do.
When your expressions exhibit glory,
And your brow speaks that out;
Perhaps the reason is me – my toiling bout.
When you feel to love,
And you intend for life;
Perhaps the reason is me – I have appeased your strife.
A good broadening smile,
Filled with the joys of spring;
Perhaps the reason is me – the little I could bring.
When your eyes appreciate,
And your hands urge to bless;
Perhaps its me – I am the praise.
When I feel blessed with a divine touch,
A heavenly halo surrounding me –
Perhaps you “mom” is the reason of what I can be.
