Mother Love Poem by Edith Oram

Born at conception this awesome emotion,
Burns like a fire and flows like an ocean,
Surrounding the object of its affection
With succour, support and powerful protection.
Forever constant, a vigil it keeps,
Guarding 'gainst gremlins while little one sleeps.
The presence of love provides inspiration,
Too much bears a danger of suffocation,
But absence results in deep deprivation,
Gross unhappiness, stark isolation.
Daunting indeed the effects of this power.
Hopefully all blossom forth into flowers.
Empowering, embracing, divined from above,
That quasar of energy called mother love.