Sweet and pure

Like drops of honey

Love is there for sure

Everyday is bright and sunny

When evening comes

It’s all the same

Mother starts her beautiful hums

A mother’s love isn’t a game

When children get older

Things start to change

The child gets colder

To mother it’s strange

When children turn away

From their mother’s gaze

Yet still every day

A mother’s love will not phase

Children become distant

They become annoyed

They become resistant

Then grows the void

The void that they never realize

That can never be filled

But really the mother is the prize

That ultimately makes them thrilled

A mother’s love is what they need

To actually feel complete

A mother’s love is what plants the seed

That gives them what’s sweet

A mother’s love is unconditional

She will always do what’s best

It’s not traditional

It’s just her quest

She wants her child to be happy

She wants her child to have a good life

Sometimes she can be nasty

Sometimes her heart may seem like a knife

But deep down she really cares

She waits to see her child’s dreams come true

Nothing can really compare

For she knows they will come through

After years go by

It’s really then the child can see

The mother really did try

That the mother’s love is really the key