He light entered so slowly at first Shining softly On what I had always known the truth A mother feels With her eyes and hands When she lays them on her child. Still the light grew brighter Words lost in wonderment Became hands clasped You had a name. Your name was mother. Who could see what no one else could know. Though you appeared to be The same as any other. In the kinship of the poor Whom you had grown to love. I alone could see the light That followed you so closely I gave not this light to you. It was not mine to give. Yet, at birth when you became Separate from me. Your light then shone through me And the truth A mother feels With her eyes and hands When she lays them on her child. Still the light grew brighter etc.