The paragon of motherhood that I see here, As on this bare canvas I paint you; With the care for a new generation, dear, You create the future I search for, too. You cherish and protect my inspiration, Whether the days are dark or light; You give me the courage and the motivation, With an unruffled face I keep you in sight. Is it love, that I see before my eyes, That gives the canvas such a warm glow, Or is it in our palette of colours that it lies And you, that make my tender feelings overflow?