"Can a woman forget her own baby and not love the child she bore?
Even if a mother should forget her child
I will never forget you "

* Isaiah 49: 15



This is not only for my mother, but to all the mothers in the world...I dedicate this simple piece of mine.



Nowhere will I find
A love like my Mother's love
She did her best; took care of the rest
And taught us about God above.

Her love for us had no bounds
Her beauty did outshine
We were her life; through all the strife
For us, she always found time.

She wouldn't change a single thing
For any treasure on Earth
She makes this claim; treats us the same
She taught us about self-worth.

Her palms and fingers maybe calloused
But a smile adorned her face
Her tender touch; meant so much
Our frowns she could erase.

She made us all feel so special
She took time out of her busy day
To give us a hug; to show her love
In so many countless ways.

In the midst of a storm, she'd create a song
Singing sweetly into our ears
She'd lull us to sleep; as we counted sheep
These memories I hold so dear.

How sweet it is to have a Mother
Who instilled in us a goal
She is the best; this I confess
She made us all complete and whole.

The sun seems to shine much brighter
When she is by our side
She's an inspiration; no imitation
It's love she does provide.