MOTHER'S LOVE

MOTHER’S LOVE

“I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me.
They have clung to me all my life.”
One good mother is worth a hundred schoolmasters


I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine
- she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights.


She never quite leaves her children at home, -
even when she doesn't take them along.
My mother is a poemI'll never be able to write,though everything I writeis a poem to my mother.
Grown don't mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown?
Who ran to help me when I fell,And would some pretty story tell,Or kiss the place to make it well?My mother.
No painter's brush, nor poet's penIn justice to her fameHas ever reached half high enoughTo write a mother's name.~Author Unknown