The Heart Of A Mother Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Resplendent and clothed in the beautiful garments of dawn,
When the morning dew glistens on the leaves of flora,
As sun's timorous rays shine forth upon Mother Earth.
There was no official mother's day to celebrate Eve at the genesis,
Or to commemorate the mother of Moses, the Deliverer, when
Seeing that he was a special child, hid him from the wrath of Pharoah.

A mother tends to the cradle that will eventually rock the world,
Kings, princes, presidents, scientists, geniuses or preachers,
Each can testify of his mother's guiding hand.
Yes, she is the heartbeat of the home and nation,
And mathematically, two billion moms equal two billion heartbeats.

But, then, who really knows the heart of a mother?
A mother's smile, or tears, her touch, her love can reach beyond esplanade
Or the valleys and hills and the sylvan scene of a forest, leaving her signature forever.