A Mother's Love

A Mother’s Love

A mother’s love

is from above.

Something that only the heavenly father could quilt.

My mother sang lullabies

as my cradle rocked,

reading me stories about Goldie locks.

In the morning she wiped

the cold out of my eyes with her spit,

even then I knew her love for me would never quit.

As I would be late for school,

 she would say “ Beat it all the way to classroom.”

as a child she always kept me well groomed.

Telling me “ I could do anything I put my mind to

and if I trust in God even my wildest dreams would come true.”

 It’s nothing like a mother’s love.

A mother’s love,

is from above.

It’s ingrained into my heart,

knowing my mother’s love

would never leave me or part.

And still today

the prayers that she prays,

sustain me from not going astray.

For a mother’s love

is a love that anyone

and everyone

can hold on too,

a mother’s love.

Runas C. Powers, III