Mother - there is no other.

Mother,

There is no “other”.

If we have no memories of our mother;
Of hugs that embrace us;
An embrace that secures us,
An embrace that heals us,
An embrace that comforts us;
Then we have only an “other” and have not known our “mother”.

If we have no memories of our mother;
Of tenderness that instills in us;
A need to heal rather than hurt,
A need to nurture rather than ignore,
A need to make stronger the bonds of family,
Then we have only an “other” and have not known our “mother”.

If we have no memories of our mother;

Of sacrifice that moves us;
Moves us to shame,
Moves us to tears,
Moves us to strive and overcome,
Then we have only an “other” and have not known our “mother”.

Our Mother is always present and near;

Our memories of her always clear.
The “other” is but a vagueness;
A passing acquaintance with little impact in our lives.
If you know your Mother,
You'll know She's like no “other”.