Our Mother's Arms Poem by Jim Yerman

From those first awkward steps into them
our mother's arms fit round us like a glove
Providing us with all we need…
for all we need…
is love

And showing us, as we grow older,
anytime
or anywhere
When we step back into our mother's arms...
we'll find some comfort there.

And when they begin to need us more…
our arms fit round them like a glove
providing them with all they need
for all they need…
is love.

And when they're no longer with us
how often do we find…
we still can feel that warm embrace…
our mother's arms have left behind.