My Mother’s Love

 

My mother’s love, like sunlit rain,

Falls soft upon a child’s pain.

It knows no walls, no fence, no door,

It spills its warmth forevermore.

It flows like rivers to the sea,

Unquestioned, deep, instinctively.

No map can guide its endless way,

It guards the night, it greets the day.

My mother’s love, a seed so small,

Yet strong enough to outgrow all.

Through storms it bends but will not break,

It stands awake for my sake.

A fragile flame, a whispered song,

A steady hand when things go wrong.

She shields it from the bitter breeze,

With tireless care and gentle ease.

Let kindness be her daily bread,

And sacrifice her child’s bed.

For love she gives, so pure and bright,

Turns darkest hours into light.

So I hold her close, and honor too

The quiet strength she carried me.

For mother’s love, so fierce, so true,

Lives on in all you say and do.