My Mother Poem by Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco

My mother to me is as precious as God's open seas,
She will always bring me up, when my spirits are down,
Her tenderness is implanted in my heart to reap to
My children the teachings of love, but hear me now,
The love a mother gives, is usually without reprimand,
Ready to fulfill her daughter's being; without a question of
Needing; and will teach her to love herself, most of all.

This mother of mine has nurished my mind with the
Questions we all have: Does she love me? Yes. How do I
Count the ways that I love her back? I cannot ever replace
her in this life, but I will come to accept this fact, when we
Both are found together hand in hand in the garden of love,
Where love never dies. Remember to cherish your mother above all,
For she gave you the gift of life to stand tall.