A poem on Motherly Love
The Love of a Mother
What a mother stands for is a tale of old,
Its meaning everlasting and more precious than gold.
One word would not suffice,
to explain this great edifice.
Yet, there is one word though,
that brings its meaning into tow,
So sacrificial is a mother's love
so self-giving and pure as a snow white dove.
Its a love so sweet and tender,
it reflects God's own splendor.
With her tender motherly love,
doth she bring forth Life from above.
Joyous vigor does fill her every limb,
because she doth abide in Him.
Her eyes are so fair and bright,
her footsteps soft and light.
Because she possesseth the great Heart so humble,
she rarely gruffs or mumble.
She is a rare flower which God has sown,
and every virtue she has to Him is known.
Love's sweet breath does she breathe,
filling every heart, giving it relieve.
In every care,
does she want a share.
In every ill she seeks a cure,
filling it with love, making it pure.
Her smile, hug, and kiss,
fills one with happiness.
Ahhh, the word mother,
is like no other!
Come what may,
she knows how to live the day.
Through the simple and complex,
she in wisdom always knows what to do next.
Both her soul and heart does she impart,
so that I myself of her become a part.
When she speaks and lets me know,
all her tales of joy and woe,
With what inward joy, sweetly lay
and lovingly she seems to say:
LOVE and be a LIGHT!
fill everyone with delight!
Everything of hers at your feet does she lay,
never asking for a return or a repay.
For she seeks Love for Love, in that only is weight,
and only that will lead to the Golden Gate.
By the narrow path I seek to tread,
and by her I am forthwith led.
By her love, she has planted me deep,
thus, Satan, my soul, shall not reap.
My growth in Truth is great,
Love, kind Love, has kept me straight.
This poem could ever flow and grow,
for a mother's Love does ever glow and show,
more than we can ever know!!!
A Poem on the Love of a Mother
On my mother's birthday, I decided to write her a poem and was inspired to write these words. How true they are when we think of our own mothers and how unselfish and loving they have been to us. Even if ones does not have an earthly mother any longer, or maybe not a good mother, remember that God gave us His mother to be our mother as well. Mary is the most perfect of mothers, being the mother of God Himself!
I had found this lovely picture of the Blessed Virgin Mary in Rome, while studying there. It is hidden in a small convent chapel on top of the Spanish Steps. Oh, how beautiful and most admirable she looks. All at once she is at work and prayer, so full of grace and emanating love!!!