A Mother's Love Poem by Joan Averso

Poor little child dressed in tattered clothes

where your next meal comes from, no one really knows.

There isn't a roof to put over your head,

so you're forced to sleep out on the streets instead!

Your Mother tries her best to keep you safe and sound

and wonders if good fortune will ever come around.

She seeks and seeks for the things that you lack

and would gladly give you the shirt off her back!

She goes out on a hunt for something to eat

her poor tired body is extremely beat.

Now she searches for a safe place to sleep

holding on strong to her faith she will keep!

She gets down on her hands and knees and begins to pray,

asking the Lord to get her through another day.

As she lifts her head a large hand reaches out from the sky,

'I AM THAT I AM....your Lord God and I have heard your cry! '