A Mother's Love - Visitor's Poem

by Vickie L Smith
(Henderson, West Virginia, USA)

Love is a butterfly.
Fluttering in the wind.
Love is My Mother my best friend.
Love is a rose which blooms in the spring.
Love is My Mother a rose that will not ever fade.
Love is the wind blowing in a breeze.
Love is My Mother a sweet breath of spring.
Love is a soft touch soft as a lamb.
There's lots of love in My Mother's hands.
Love is soft spoken in a gentle voice.
My Mother is my numbered one choice.
Love is in her heart her voice her hands.
Caring giving in every land.
Loves My Mother.
In which I adore.
My Parents raise five girls.
With their love.
Love can be gentle kind or true.
Love is for thee old and new.
Love is caring and sharing in many ways.
Love could be a chill or thrill everyday.
With kindness friendship from one's heart.
Just wonderful from day one.
Laughing caring come want may.
With joy sorrow even pain.
I love My Mother everyday.
I love My Mother in many ways.
So don't make a Mother sad.
Make a Mother happy and give them love.
Thank God up above.
Don't forget to tell a Mother you love them.
More then words could ever say.
Tell a Mother you love them everyday.