A Mothers Love

I feel her love and know its there, often I've recognised the care, no words, no kiss, no touching hand nor shadow cast where she might stand. . Was once the infant in her arms protected from a war of harm, yet fate for us a drama wrote when death, impatient, young life smote. Her memory abated storms, guiding through reefs of life’s alarm, so in old ages eve of night I sense her courage dull the fright.