Happy Mother's Day - the Hand that Rocks the Cradle

Below is a Mother's Day poem in tribute to moms everywhere. The full length version of the saying is "The hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world", however, the saying is not at all what the original line says. The actual author who originally wrote these words was William Ross Wallace (1819-1881). The wording was an excerpt from the poem that Mr. Wallace wrote called, "What Rules the World". The line from which this famous saying is, in reality, "....the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world."

I have great respect for motherhood and hold mothers in highest regard. A mother's love is so essential to life and a healthy and happy adulthood. Children can actually die from a lack of love, just as animal babies have. Even adults can shrivel up and die, inside at least, without love, particularly a mother's love. A mother's hand is the preeminent hand that affects history. So here is what I hope a fitting tribute to mothers and a tribute to their sacrificial labor of love.

　

　

Mothers rule the world,

and fathers may be jealous.

But when hunger pain or skinned up knee,

what clearly does this tell us?

　

She always has the time for us,

her tender mercies show.

With love that is not quick to judge,

even to Death Row.

　

This special bond resembles love,

Christ Jesus' of the Father.

With feedings up at two AM,

no sign that this does bother.

　

She cooks, she cleans, she sews, she mends,

and gives the best advice.

Yet no one seems to notice her,

or the endless sacrifice.

　

Many years and trails of tears,

her children leave to soon.

But even when they're gone and grown,

they think she hung the moon.

　

So here's to mothers everywhere,

regarding self not of,

Your unconditioned labor,

a labor made of love.