A mother's love is endless
a refuge for distress
She makes a home nostalgic
with her tenderness
Not a single tear will fall
Which a mother cannot dry
she senses pain in conception
as clouds form in the eye
As she guides to the future
she scolds only out of love
like a mother bird nesting
she can give a stern shove
Always there to lend a hand
nothing can hold her back
She will go against the grain
to thwart off an attack
Mother's give hope in all things
her's rest in wings of grace
A mother picks up her fallen
She heals with an embrace
Stephen Boan 5/12/02
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