A Mother's Love
A mother's love is never far
by Mary Wadzinski
When a child is in distress.
Holding so close a wounded heart
Or a real hurt limb, at best.
Tired and hungry, they come to eat
After a long time at play.
The hours have passed by so quickly.
Then comes the end of the day.
Sleepy-eyed, they prepare for bed.
Soon there's a hug and a kiss.
Knowing that mom's not far away,
They sleep in heavenly bliss.