God made a mother ...

So she can wake up early before dawn and cook oats with added wholesome touches plus love

Work on her scholarly paper and step stealthily lest she wakes up her son before the sun steps out of its slumberous cave

And when the little angel wakes up go tell him that he is the best little guy on earth who fills her life with mirth …

So she can work hard to make a difference not just to produce another scripted text

But make it strong enough so it can move a chest

Literally, from the side of failure to rolling up good-humored jest …

So she can sprinkle enthusiasm in the minds of young scientists-to-be

Who can help her fulfill the many ideas to be

Written down into voluminous scrolls of mighty journals

That can be read and spread by the other great mothers and thinkers …

Who think alike to save mankind and the world

Instead of being in sundry-peripheral-pleasures curled

Driven by the world-changing ideas unfurled

In these heads that love the idea that the world be led

In a direction that can be sped

By the discoveries and touches of the bountiful head

That wants to brighten up the days ahead

Lived by posterity in good stead!

A quick repartee to the much-advertised God Made a Farmer!