A Mother
A mother is like a summer sky
in the many things she does;
The sunshine is her smile,
as she looks at those she loves.
The touch of moonglow in her hair,
stars shining in her eyes,
Her velvet skin and tender touch
and scent you recognize
Are all a part of mother - as she
croons a lullabye
Or kisses away her children's tears,
to comfort when they cry.
A radiant angel - arms open wide
-
is all that could compare
To mother; when we need her love
There's more than enough to spare.
Joan Adams Burchell
(copyright)
