A mother's love
If ever I were to be
Without the things I hold dear
I pray the essence of my joy be near
In her smile
And in the warmness of her heart
She generates the purest form of love
I'd ceasse to be
If ever, we were apart
I would search
I would scour
Until my very last hours
For no love compares
To the love of ours
A mother's love
Holds preponderance in power.
This poem is about:
My family