The factory that nourishes the world,
could cheese have been made without your milk?
On your generous feet the world is raised
and heaven in particular gorgeously sits on your laps.

You must have been greatly pained,
and to me I have gratefully gained.
How could I have turned my back
and my eyes locked behind you blank?

Praise in my terms can be so mild.
For this print in the rain
and the oceans in the sun,
in your shrine I will forever worship.

You are my mother
so i will worship you.

You are my sister
so i will cherish you.

You are my wife
so i will pamper you

And so you are my wife
so I will curdle you.

As inspired by a picture posted by Vivian: the face of seemingly hungry mother who was never deterred in providing nourishment to her children