Mother’s love is like no other,
Always kind, compassionate, unlike another.
Thinking of what is best for the child,
She worries, prays, hopes and smiles.
She is the first God that a child knows,
Wipes away tears and soothes all woes.
Checking on what could possibly be wrong,
Her love, her warmth, ease the pain along.
She’d mend your bruised knee with a bandage,
Wishing that scar to be her damage.
Feeds you when hunger gnaws at your soul,
Clothing you, making you whole.
She does all this to speak her love,
The melody of her care, soft as a dove.
No one else can take her place,
She’s the Earth’s salt, the family’s grace.
She seasons the family with her might,
Illuminates the dark, brings light.
Thankful, for she’s your living treasure,
Her selfless love impossible to measure.
When in trouble, she’s your rock,
Her prayers like a comforting frock.
Never will she turn her back on you,
Holding firm, like the sky so blue.
She deserves every flower she receives,
So let’s give her flowers while she breathes.
Because a mother’s love is truly grand,
Unfathomable, like the sea touching the land.
Remember, a mother’s love is like no other,
She is the root, the core
