I wonder if you live to mother,
Because you do it all so well;
I have never seen another,
That it makes so sexy as hell.
 

The way you medicate a scar,
And how you kiss each wound;
Making wishes on a flaring star
Under the heavens and moon.
 

You make mothering sexy,
Sexy as a mother.
 

You play more than one role,
Doctor, mother, father, friend;
Your child builds your soul,
Because it's a love without end.
 

You work all night long,
To see your child in the best;
They must make you strong,
If you don't strive for any less.
 

You make mothering sexy,
Sexy as a mother.
 

You never looked so sexy
Until I see you with your kid;
Reading,
Writing,
Eating,
Hiding…
 

You looked that sexy,
Until I see you with your child;
Dancing,
Playing,
Chanting,
Praying…
 

Sexy as you continue
To listen and talk with them,
Sexy as a father fled the venue,
I see that you really don't need him.
 

You make mothering sexy,
Sexy as a mother...?
 

Yes, you are.