A mothers love is something
That no one can explain
its made of deep devotion
and of sacifice and pain
It is endless and unselfish
And endures come-what-may
for nothing can destroy it
or take that love away
It is patient and forgiving
When all others are forsaking
It never fails or falters
Even though the hear is breakin.
It believes beyond beliving
When the world around condems
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gem.
It is far beyond defining
It defies all explanation
And it still remains a secret
Like the mysteries of creation.
A many splendored miracle
man can not understand
And another wonderous evidence
Of Gods's tender, guiding hand.