A Mother's Love
I am a mother filled with love
I wonder if they know we come from above
I hear people talk because their kids are bad
I see all the hate which is very sad
I want to be admired like the white dove
I am a mother filled with love
I pretend to be things that I'm not
I feel that people will put my child on the spot
I touch on my child's heart as much as I can
I don't worry because with that he will be a man
I cry at night to the Lord above
To make me a mother filled with love
I hope they understand the nine months of pain
Or the dangerous walks through the snow or rain
I say things to him so he could understand
I went through the suffering, not the man
I dream of living comfortable and nice
I try to make sure he is good though, for that suffice
It's not our fault if we sound stern or mean
It's just that we've seen more things than you seen
As mothers we love with the love that comes from above
The only way a mother could ever love
Copyright © Steve Malebranche | Year Posted 2007
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