A Mothers Pride Poem by stephen day dolan

Tears of sorrow or of joy some may wonder why,
her child has grown and she may feel the urge to moan,
her baby is older come every day,
but her wishes to keep them young in every way.

Time rolls on new school or work to go,
years to come more love and memories to show a future boyfriend or girlfriend a mothers glow,
just be firm even though they'll sqirm.

A mothers love and guidance can never be faulted,
just the memories of the child thats grown and will be shown in their mothers eye.

And now to all you know of the tears, the love and adoration of a mothers pride of the life of her child, the why and her high.