#muttertag

Literal Translation:

They live here, in the earthly realm, but they are much more like angels. And God — in boundless kindness — has gifted you mothers to us.

And as He gave, He clearly said: “Nothing else comes close to My love.” For motherly love — as one knows — is not something one can earn.

I hadn’t even been born yet, when you had already sworn to me: “I’ll hold you fast, and safe as well,” back then, I was still inside your womb.

You safely held me by the hand, through you alone I found steady footing. Whatever was in your power — you always placed your own needs last.

Yes, even in times full of sorrow, you always stood ready to fight for us. For sister, brother, and me as well — we would not be here, if not for you.

For motherly love — as one knows — is not something that can be extinguished. A privilege, by mother’s hand, an ancient, inseparable ribbon. (as in: physically impossible to be separated)

And when one day I’m old and gray, at the end of my time —

I will still tell of that woman — the one whose love remains (as in: is still there and will always be).

Poetic Adaptation:

Although they walk this earthly plane, they're more like angels, all but same. With heart of love, God made the call and gifted mothers to us all.

And as he gave, the Lord declares: "Nothing else to my love compares." A mother's love, as it is known, is nothing you can buy or own.

As such, I wasn't even born, when you had sworn one fateful morn: "I'll shelter you from harm and doom," as I was still inside your womb.

You held my hand through ev'ry storm, through only you I found my form. Whatever life would throw at us, You put us first, and your needs last.

And even in life's darkest night, for us you'd always hold a light. Me and my siblings know it's true: we won't be here if it weren't for you.

A mother's love, as it is known, is what endures both whip and stone. A gift received, by Mother's hand, an ancient line in perfect sand.

So when in time I'm old and gray, and gone are most my days.

I'll still tell stories of my mom, the woman whose love stays.

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