The Love of a Mum
She can read each brick of care
That lines her child’s face, unaware.
She knows when you’ve missed a meal,
Or when you’re distant, hard to feel—
Even through the telephone,
She senses when you’re all alone.
She stands as a shield, ever near,
Sacrificing all she holds dear,
Just to keep her children sound—
A softer love cannot be found.
Marvel at her warming smile
Before her little ones, all the while—
Even when her world breaks apart,
She hides the weight upon her heart.
Her humble savings, small but sure,
Flow like oil the widow once bore—
Never failing when times are grim,
Till the rain returns again for them.
She will scold me back at school
For losing uniforms like a fool;
She swears, “No more!”—but then, surprise,
I find new ones where my books lie.
Frown not at her rough, worn hands;
They labored long for tuition plans.
I cherish most her tearful eyes
When a step of mine begins to rise—
A silent joy she cannot hide,
The love of a mum—deep, undenied.
