Mother’s Love

Mothers Love ode

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Her heart is like gold, so genuine, so pure,
In the midst of upbringing, she is forgotten,
Her life circles around her bundle of joy,
Late night feeding, soothing, so adorable,
Her morning & evening, one & the same,
Whether asleep or awake, all the same,
The clock of her time, her bundles of joy

She is a witness, in the ‘crime’ of growth,
Heart wishes they remain just babies forever,
Every step, side by side,
Every smile they give, heals her suffering,
She forgets, her makeup, fancy clothes,
What kind of love!
Call her goddess of hearts,
And be my partner

Time to leave, her heart is broken,
They have to write their story,
No one see the pain of separation,
Sure, a few hours but seems like forever,
Time home, she is all smiles,
Snacks ready, bath time, playtime,
Wow, what kind of love!
I’m all tears of joy

Sixteen years they turn,
She is a watchman,
So many vultures & hyenas,
Her joy is under threat,
She is a teacher, preacher name them,
No one listens, endless arguments,
They know it all,
In her bed of roses, tears cascade down her cheeks,
Love & pain,
She questions her upbringing,
To them, she is cruel,
Limiting breathing space, coming home late & leaving early,
The new norm of her bundle of joy,
Life is so sweet to them,
Time to experience it all,
The dangers of the world, unknown to them

Like a warrior, she stands firm,
Crying & praying for her bundle of joy,
Day & night, she fasts,
Impressive, what kind of love!
Boy is in trouble, mom is troubled,
He is a dad,
She is now a mom to a mom & dad,
What to do?
Son is sorry, mom’s heart melts,
Love is above all mistakes,
I’m all tears of joy

I call her a life giver,
Caretaker of God’s creation,
Like a protector her claws are sharp,
Stabbing all vultures & hyenas,
Her heart, heart bit of the universe,
Her eyes, full of love,
Even at fifty years,
Her bundle of joy is just a baby,
Wow, what kind of love!
I call her a mother,
The woman with a golden heart

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