Love Of The Mother Poem by bonifacio alba

The pain of the mother
In her woes for the ailing child
So touching when she cried
With tears falling from her eyes
She's greatly affected...
Looking her child in pain
The complication of the heart
Uneasy and running against time;
Medication may suppress the pain.
Oh, the love of the mother
Has no condition and pretense.
She never cease believing
That through her love
A way can be done -
And save her dear child life.