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A Mother's Love

A Mother's Love

Arrival anticipated while nurtured in gloom
Patiently awaiting to leave this womb
As time grows near expectation ascends
The gloom then brightens as new life begins
Cradled with joy and nourished while infant
From moment conceived the love is instant
Unconditional everlasting and purest to any
A passion that is bonded not captured by many
From birth one can do nothing other than smile
An affection drawn only between mother and child
Inseperable as the moments withheld in its pod
In the eyes of a child a mother is God
A gift a blessing and a love so pleasant
One that only strengthens when a father isn't present
Support rarely given so sacrifice is made
But a child never worries nor is ever affraid
When comforted and held in the arms of their only
A mother assures they will never be lonely
A love that runs infinitely beyond ones mind
Never ending yet exceeding beyond the limit of time

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kay harris

Fantastic and wonderfully put. I love this. Wish all the mothers was this loving. But I felt the power of love between Mother and Child, even for me Which I didn't receive
but I could fill how it would be to be loved by the one who is everything at that moment. I love it, cause some of us have never had that kind of love.
Masterpiece is what this deserves.Β Β  Β 

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