Mother Poem by Gladys Brown Prince

Mother is a word of choice
Often used without advice
No one on earth can do as much
As mother when her heart is touched
With tender love and compassion felt
So often on her knees she knelt

A mother's love comes from above
And perches on you like a dove
She often reads your very mind
And gets there on time for you to unwind
She feels the pain when you are hurt
And knows how much you are worth

When things don't seem to go your way
And you storm off quickly in such sway
She looks on you in bright array
Then says calmly tomorrow's another day
You may look at her in utter dismay
I love you child you'll hear her say

Her tender touch often means so much
And seldom does she ever blush
Her hands rough from doing so much
She often weeps when you're asleep
And places you in her Lord's hands for keeps
For only then will she ever go to sleep

So mother's debt can never be paid
By any child who used her aid
For in the book of life where it is said
Despise thou not thy mother's law
Even if her bed is made of straw
From her prayers you can't withdraw



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