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A Mother's Heart
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Family & Memories A Mother's heart is a fragile thing,
Yet sturdier than steel.
It takes and gives a lot of love,
With its huge capacity to feel.
It aches a lot for her children,
When they all leave her home.
But she tucks a piece, in each of theirs,
To hold close, wherever they roam.
Its been battered, cracked and broken,
Yet still it beats a sturdy sound.
Like a beacon to her children,
It always brings them, homeward bound.
Its been called upon for comfort,
To make all wrongs, turn right.
Its been a soothing lullabye,
Late into, a sleepless night.
Its been fearful, full of worries,
Skipping stressful beats.
Its the biggest part, of a Mother,
Where all the joy and agony meets.
Its been prayerful every day and night,
In conversations with her Lord.
She opens it up, and bares all to Him,
And her Faith is always restored.
It misses all her little babies,
Who now are big and grown.
She calls them now, just to chat,
When she feels so all alone.
And when they are, so far away,
A Mother's heart, is put to the test.
It keeps her awake, in fretful angst,
And gives her, no peaceful rest.
It longs to draw, them all in close,
Holding them safe, forever more.
But she knows it must, let them fly off,
And allow them their room, to soar.
A Mother's heart is steadfast love,
Yet it feels it's share of pain.
A Mother's heart may sometimes hurt,
But never, does her love wane.
