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.