Writer with no pen,

no paper for the story,

is a mom hard at work.


Painter with no brush,

no canvas, paint, or easel;

moms make art with life.


Silent musician

with no instrument to hold,

mom’s tune comes from love.


She isn’t famous.

Her life is spent for others,

but God notices.


Does anyone see?

Mom with kids, you’re not on stage,

but the world watches.


Can anyone hear?

A mom’s voice echoes through time:

“Be careful…love you!”


Will anyone know?

A life poured out isn’t lost…

and God notices.


So mom, don’t despair.

You’re making a masterpiece…

just you wait and see.