'The Mother' Poem by David Bennett

The Mother held the babe in her arms, for the very first time,
and looked at him with so much pride,
For nine months she had cared for him by his very side,
And now she looked forward to how his life would turn out,
Boy or Girl it did not matter,
That baby was hers for lifetime,
Things to come cheerful smiles, seeing him walk,
From babes that are able,
The Mother will always be there until her final hours,
And when she has gone and you are sad,
Dont forget the things you had together,
Because till the day you die she will always be your Mother.

David Bennett