A MOTHER’S LOVE
By: Donna L Martin
Alas, my poor fair-haired child
With eyes that twinkle so,
You’ll never meet your own mother,
Her hugs you’ll never know.
You’ll never know all the times
She held you late at night.
Kissing away your little tears,
Making it all seem right.
You’ll soon forget all the times
The love she showered on you,
When making your first halting steps
And saying your first words, too.
But as each year passes you by
When closing your eyes at night,
Try to remember your mother’s love
Shining out like a heavenly light.
Even though she’s left too soon
When her warmth you needed to find,
She may have gone to some other place
Yet she’s left her love behind.