Out of the dust and decay walks the mothers of today
Bringing with them their mothers of the past who
Taught them the love that would forever last.
Nine months of pain and glory to tell their children
Of the stories, of how a mother's love grows from day
To day and it's not something that can be washed away.
A mothers love is from dawn to setting sun and cannot
Be replaced by anyone.
Remembering their first movement, their first kick,
Their first cry, their first laughter, their first crawl
Their first walk, their first word when they begin to talk.
All these things a mother cherishes in their minds
And will be with them till the end of time
© L. RAMS 032122
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