Our Mother's Love ( a poem of inspiration)
I think that I shall never hear,
A poem quite as lovely, one so dear,
As a mother's love, her arms so spread,
Who tucked us safely in our bed.
Who read to us and wiped our tears,
Hugged her children, little ones,
Who washed dishes, cooked our food,
As all about the house she runs,
Always there, when we were in need,
Planted within us, her loving seed,
Did spread all about a sweet bouquet,
Showed she cared in every way.
By our sides in both night and day,
Her most worthy image, in what we did say,
Who guided our lives, how we did play,
Took us to church, to sing and pray.
Mother, dearest, love well received,
In your sweet self, we have believed,
The years may come, then have flown,
As by your knee, we all have grown.
Now to our own children, your gifts are shared,
This Is our way, shows how much you cared,
As surely as night to have a sweet dawn,
We've captured your love, to make our own.