A mother’s love
Is cleaning the scrape on her knee
When she’s fallen off her bike.

A mother’s love
Is watching Tarzan
Eight days in a row
Without complaining.

A mother’s love
Is taking her to dance class
Four days a week
Year after lengthy year.

A mother’s love
Is saying “I love you”
Every night before she falls asleep
For twenty years and counting.

A mother’s love
Is holding her in her arms
(As a grown eighteen-year-old)
While her broken heart bleeds down her face.

A mother’s love
Is saying “I don’t know, but I’m here for you”
When all she asks is “Why?”
Over and over endlessly.

A mother’s love
Is the song played on repeat
As they sing at the top of their lungs
During every long car ride.


And a daughter’s love
Is being able to see,
Able to accept,
And thankful for the fact
That she can honestly call her mom
One of her best and most supportive friends.