Many years ago, my mother gave me a picture (I think it belonged to her mother). It was a picture of a mother holding her child. Under the picture was this poem. For years I had it by the …
Published: Feb 2006
the love of a mother
Whose devotion, so loyal and true
Who suffers so much
for the joys of another
who works with such pleasure
as mother, for you.
You hail with delight
the friendships of others
you revel in love of the sweetheart you've won
yet where can you find a friendships like mother's
unbroken till death calls and life's
work is done.