As boys do play out in the rain
And never mind the wet
Their mother's worry of the chance
The colds that they might get
As little girls pose before the mirror
And plan their future days
Their mother's wonder of the chance
That she'll be happy, in all ways
Sometimes we do forget
That mother's prayers have been said
To protect us on our way, and yet
We do feel safe when in her bed
A mother's love is best of all
Stronger than the rest
She watches and awaits our call
Her devotion oft, put to the test
Never wavering, never gone
Always there where it belongs
On our side when lines are drawn
Always there to right our wrongs
A mother's love, above the rest
Her devotion oft, put to the test
J.B. LeBuert
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mothers-love-33/
