Like the woven perfection
of a spider’s creation
A child is the perfect image of innocence
And untarnished affection.





In winter cold or summer heat,
You sock and shoe the little feet.
No labor, toil, no cost you'll spare,
To nurse your child with pain and care.





Like the peacock’s tail
that’s like no other does excel.
You strive to keep your
child safe and well.





You once may have lead your life
with unsatisfied desires.
Look into the child's eyes
and see you have all that life requires.