As boys do play out in the rain
And never mind the wet
Their mother's worry of the chance
The colds that they might get
As little girls pose before the mirror
And plan their future days
Their mother's wonder of the chance
That she'll be happy, in all ways
Sometimes we do forget
That mother's prayers have been said
To protect us on our way, and yet
We do feel safe when in her bed
A mother's love is best of all
Stronger than the rest
She watches and awaits our call
Her devotion oft, put to the test
Never wavering, never gone
Always there where it belongs
On our side when lines are drawn
Always there to right our wrongs
A mother's love, above the rest
Her devotion oft, put to the test
The love of the mother can be understood, once the girls become the mothers and neglected by their own children, then they realize how great their mothers were! ! ! We always think that we could have done this to our parents, relatives and friends, but we always forget to do something now to regret later. Great poem. I like it..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely thoughts in this one and a great credit to your own mother. Have you read mine - Mother's Chair -? You do boost my ego. Adeline