The Endless Grace of A Mother’s Love Poem

A mother’s love poem, affection very deep,

Is a compass in all the development steps that are involved?

It comes out as glamorous as that of morning star.

One that has never been cut, a string which shall never be sewn.

Holding her arms, it brings us comfort all the time we need.

She slowly turns the demons of my night into angels who can’t bring me harm anymore.

A mother’s love poem is like stars on the sky,

Envelops us gently with deep affection all through eternity.

This is because sleepless nights and days of strain.

Her strength is the joy and the pain.

A mother’s love poem; so selfless and strong

Whichever remains the target / Keeps our hearts forever steeped.

She removes the tears; she reduces the pains.

The voice she has and the tune the heart appreciates.

love, work, a smile, even a lullaby,

Takes us through when the hours become tiresome.

From the first time we meet until the time we consummate our marriage.

And we are held tenderly in that small space within her chest.

They are also familiar with a mother’s love poem, a sacred flame.

Constant, never to change.

Her sacrifices often unseen,

Her service unswerving, her beau-timely eye.

Life, by a mother’s hand, is art eternal.

A dream, an artwork installed in the bosom of one’s/empath’s body.

No fortune anywhere could equal it.

Beside car, to the gift of her love.

Does not end but it continuously grows and has power over everything.

A legacy I can identify with and know that all of us acknowledge.

That is one thing that hasn’t changed in this lifetime.

From sunshine to a steady show

A mother’s love poem is usually described as a divine blessing.

Eternal love of mother and ever a possession.