A mother’s love

With Mother’s Day coming up tomorrow, I thought I’d take the opportunity to post about the deep, intense, and  unique love that only a mother knows for her children. The word love doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface; it is much too small a word to define just how much a mom cares for her children. I found this poem, that so eloquently describes the many ways a mother loves her child, on the back of a program at a memorial service I attended not long ago. It saddened me when I heard my friend speak at the service of her recently departed mother–they were best friends and confidants, even living together the past few years. I knew my friend was in pain and that her life would never be the same, but the strength she showed while she spoke so lovingly of her mother was inspiring.

Wishing all the mom’s a very happy day surrounded by those they love. May it be filled with love, laughter, and peace.

A Mother’s Love
by Helen Steiner Rice

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 gems…
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 tender guiding hand.



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