A Mother's Love

I love her love,
as her love flows through me,
Like a river running,
and never ceasing,
and never rushing:
Her love is steady,
and heals me as it streams,
Her love shapes her eyes and
her tender heart,
(She is beautiful.)
Her love cushions my heart when it breaks
and joins the pieces to reunite them, and
her love flows from her heart and replenishes mine
so that never will I cry without her,
Her love kisses my cheek,
Her love fells my desperation,
Her love encourages my belief,
A mother’s love is beautiful.