A mother's love
Begins with the soft touch
Of her hand
Against her still flat stomach
Caressing the secret life that hides within
Anticipating the months to come.

A mother's love
Continues to grow
As her belly grows round and full
As she feels her child
Move for the first time.

A mother's love
Grows bright and strong
The moment she sees
Her newborn gazing at her
On her newly flat stomach.

A mother's love
Grows with the child
As the years begin to speed by
Watching first steps and falls
Sharing their laughter
And their tears.

A mother's love
Never fades
Even when the child
Is a child no longer
It still goes strong
Watching her baby
Reach adulthood.

A mother's love
Is sweet and pure
When she sees her grandchild
Knowing she can now share
All the wisdom and love
That she has gained through the years

I love you mom. . .