The true extent of a mother’s love

Can never be known.

It can never be measured.

It can never be gauged.



The true extent of a mother’s love is joy

In all of its pure exaltations.

Screaming from the mountain tops

The pride that swells in her heart.



The true extent of a mother’s love is sorrow.

Mournfully, painfully sorrow.

Wailing into the wind,

Crying in the night.



The true extent of a mother’s love is ferocious.

In a volcanic explosion

Incinerating all

That dares to cross her path.



The true extent of a mother’s love is submission.

Turning nobility into *******.

Turning prosperous into beggar

For the sake of her child.



The true extend of a mother’s love is sacrifice.

The sacrifice of time, of wants, of love

To ensure her child

Never goes without those things.



The true extent of a mother’s love

Can never be known.

It can never be measured.

It can never be gauged.