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.