A Mother’s Love
Another long hard day is done,
Another sad song is sung.
She struggles so hard with feelings so deep,
She holds her head in her hands and weeps.
The children are restless, but asleep.
How she wishes she could kiss their tender cheeks.
Sleeping and dreaming she knows they are,
Dreaming of places and things very far.
Her oldest, a boy, a strapping young lad,
Hair of gold, and eyes so sad.
Hurt deeper than a child should ever know,
He tries hard not to let it show.
Her youngest, a baby girl: hair and eyes a chestnut brown,
Hardly ever does she frown.
They both love each other, this you can see,
Smiles from ear to ear, cute as can be.
The love of her kids makes her strong,
Each trip away is so very long.
All the time, it is them she misses,
Returning home, showers of smiles, hugs, and kisses.