A Mother’s Love

Mother’s love blesses a woman’s heart

It hugs the very fibers of her dance

Switches her mad world into inspiring art

One that is fierce and tender all at once

Switches what’s prime at the sound of a cry

What used to matter is no longer key

Trivial deeds simply vanish from her sight

All she needs is their happiness to see

As tiny arms plumped with folds hug her palm

She cares for the offspring and not herself

Tho sometimes the love can overwhelm

She must not in motherhood lose herself

Neglect of the self could bring out the worst

To be a good mother, love yourself first