Well of the MotherA little well of luck I see

A little well of luck I see
Having come in time of need

Now tended to with love and care
Flowers, colors hope to spare

With whispers of the leaves and wind
The flowing of the stream within

A statue of the mother dear
Helping others persevere

And of a sister held in pray
Rose-beads held that gently sway

All of this, a place to show
Where hope blossoms, love will grow