For every mother that is greeted today,
There’s someone yearning for a child
For every child that greets the mother today,
There’s someone yearning for a mother
For every mother who feels proud of her womb today,
There’s someone unable to carry a foetus
For every child who feels the comfort of a mother’s bosom,
There’s someone awaiting with outstretched arms
For every mother who wipes her child’s tears,
There’s someone whose hands have none to wipe
For every child who has a mother to lean on in sickness,
There’s someone longing for those nursing hands
For one such mother without a child,
Can you be a child?
For one such child without a mother,
Can you be a mother?