A Mother's Love

Whose is the heart that bursts with pride each time she sees your face. Whose are the eyes that dart about, to check your world is safe. Whose are the arms that wrap you up and hold you tight and close. Whose is the love that's always there whenever you need it most. Whose is the smile that lights the room when you are smiling too. Whose shoulder is the place to be, when only a cuddle will do. Whose chest is warm and comforting when you're a weary soul. Whose motivation only has your happiness as her goal. Whose are the tears that cry for you as you grow old and free. Whose is the heart that aches so much, in the space where you should be. Whose is the head that knows that you must find your path alone. Whose is the voice that welcomes you each time you go back home. Who could have so many facets that make her oh so great. Who has you on her mind each day, and today we celebrate. Whose hands hold and guide you, in a way unlike another. All these are part and parcel of the joys of being a mother.