O, Great Daughter of Kings

I can't help but be moved to tears and laugh
with what my son gifted me with for my birthday.

Kurt can really do wonders with words.
Of course, who else will say so,
none other than the stage mother.
Bow.


My Mother
by Kurt Izak Mapua-Cabanilla

O, great daughter of kings
Far lovelier than many rings
Of her, many tales are told
For she is like a hero of old

Endlessly she cleans the house
A sight of dirt and she will rouse
Dust will cower and hide in fear
As she wields her broom like a spear

No room is left unfurnished
Nor a speck of dirt go unpunished

Wisdom rests upon her brow
Seeds of knowledge she will sow
Many look to her as their leader
For she is a wise and patient teacher

Inside the kitchen she prepares a meal
With skillful hands she works with zeal
Upon a table the food is set
and lo!
the taste is that of legend

O, great daughter of kings
You soar high with mighty wings
Your heart is noble and just
The hope and encouragement that spring forth from your lips
O, they shall never rust

How remarkable you truly are!

O, great daughter of kings.