A mother’s love is like an ocean
that protects and provides;
and like a garden
it’s full of beauty and strength
and like the northern wind
it is impossible to stop
and it’s like a rock
that stands against the waves of life.
Her love is like a giant pillar
that stands upright for all to see
and it’s like the sands
that covers the whole Sahara
although sometimes tears do overwhelm it,
it always comes back in passion and empathy.
Her love is like a candle in a window
that guides the weary pilgrim home
and her knees are always bending
and her words do mend a broken soul.
Her love gives more than what she should
and although mothers do grow old and weak
their love never changes
and it grows from strength to strength
and when the lives of mothers on earth is over
they will be waiting with the angels
to welcome the children in their arms
in hope that life have washed them out
on the shores of heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem