a mother's love

A mother’s love is given freely, even when we cannot see it;






We are born with tender grace, and held in arms with care;






They lay us down for our naps, we wake up and the first we see,






Our mother’s arms reaching down, loving us openly;






Nurturing comes easily to mom, hugs are given freely;






Kisses always abound, and their hearts are never empty;






Stepping stones can’t break you bones, but words often hurt mothers;






Hearts are easily bruised, more than the toes you used to step on;






Now that you have reached maturity, and understand the beating of a heart,






You have had yours broken, and needed it mended, by your mother’s arms;





The first thing we are taught, when we are children;





The best things in life are freely given.