Mother love

I often wonder,

the love of a mother,

yet tender yet protective,

to her young.

she a friend,

a comforter,

a strenght of support,

of unending sacrifice.

who watched my infact head,

yet when i was tender,

and above all unending carass,

my mother.

i have watched you from afar,

i often wonder,

oh love so unquenching

a mother love.