OUR MOTHER
By Muse Erato

She proudly wears her robes of blue.
And has nine lovely daughters she loves through and through.
They bring her fits and giggles day after day, from pranks pulled by Thalia
to keeping beckoning Mages away!


ODE TO MY MOTHER
By Muse Urania

She held my hand when I was small,
and again when I was twenty.
She dried my tears when I did fall,
was caretaker and sentry.
In later years, her wisdom guided my way,
vanquished my fears and structured my play.
Although she was not perfect, who can say
that they are? Her love for me was flawless,
true as a shinning star.


Untitled
By Muse Thalia

How the concept contributes to mirth
This idea that our mother's the earth!
Is your Momma fat and round,
Several septillion pounds,
With a 25,000-mile girth?


A MOTHER'S LOVE
By Timo

A Mother's love, a Mother's care,
A Mother's sigh, a Mother's prayer
A Mother's work, and a Mother's day
Leaves little time for play