When your child’s feeling ill
His body hot, maybe a chill
Hold him in your arms real tight
Love him till you make it right
Our children are our own creation
made from love and procreation
teach them what is right and wrong
and how to sing that special song
When our child is feeling sad
When things all seem so very bad
We wrap our arms around real tight
Don’t be sad my little man,
and tell them all will be alright
When childhood is left behind
Our pride is something undenied
All the years we loved and cared
and all the lovely times we shared
There’s nothing more so precious
than love we cannot hide
There’s nothing more so precious
than that thing called Mothers Pride
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
When your child’s feeling ill
His body hot, maybe a chill
Hold him in your arms real tight
Love him till you make it right
Our children are our own creation
made from love and procreation
teach them what is right and wrong
and how to sing that special song
When our child is feeling sad
When things all seem so very bad
We wrap our arms around real tight
Don’t be sad my little man,
and tell them all will be alright
When childhood is left behind
Our pride is something undenied
All the years we loved and cared
and all the lovely times we shared
There’s nothing more so precious
than love we cannot hide
There’s nothing more so precious
than that thing called Mothers Pride
Request permission to use this poem