A mother’s love is something that
No one can explain.
It is made of deep devotion and
Of sacrifice and pain.
It is endless and unselfish and enduring,
Come what may
For nothing can destroy it or take that love away.
It is patient and forgiving when
All others are forsaking.
And it never fails or falters even though
The heart is breaking.
It believes beyond believing when
The world around condemns.
And it glows with all the beauty of
The rarest brightest gem.
It is far beyond defining;
It defies all explanation;
And it still remains a secret
Like the mysteries of creation –
A many splendored miracle man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
Of God’s guiding hand.
Borrowed
