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.
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