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Every mother deserves to feel special about being one. Here's showcasing a tribute to mothers in the form of a poem a titled "Motherhood" by Joaquin Miller.

Motherhood

Interestingly, mothers' day is celebrated on different days across different parts of the world. However, it is most commonly celebrated during the months of March, April and May. As the name implies, it is celebrated in honor of mothers and the very concept of motherhood. The celebration of mother's day, it is believed might have been derived from the tradition of mother worship in ancient Greece. The custom is said to have evolved from a festival held to honor Rhea, the great mother of the Greek gods. If so much importance was given to mothers during ancient times, then mothers might just be very important people, don't you think? They sure are, and this is something poets never failed to realized, explaining why there exists quite a number of moving poems on mothers and motherhood. Read on to discover the words that make for the poem 'Motherhood' by Joaquin Miller. It's a poem that can get you thinking and it is also a poem that can help you appreciate more the presence of your mother in your life.

Motherhood
The bravest battle that ever was fought!
Shall I tell you where and when?
On the maps of the world you will find it not;
'Twas fought by the mothers of men.
Nay not with the cannon of battle-shot,
With a sword or noble pen;
Nay, not with eloquent words or thought
From mouth of wonderful men!

But deep in a walled-up woman's heart
- Of a woman that would not yield,
But bravely, silently bore her part
- Lo, there is the battlefield!

No marshalling troops, no bivouac song,
No banner to gleam and wave;
But oh! those battles, they last so long -
From babyhood to the grave.

Yet, faithful still as a bridge of stars,
She fights in her walled-up town -
Fights on and on in her endless wars,
Then silent, unseen, goes down.

Oh, ye with banners and battle-shot,
And soldiers to shout and praise!
I tell you the kingliest victories fought
Were fought in those silent ways.

O spotless woman in a world of shame,
With splendid and silent scorn,
Go back to God as white as you came -
The Kingliest warrior born!
There you go; a brilliant poem on motherhood. We hope you enjoyed reading it.