Hard, Her Vacuum To Fill

Wonder, if God thought of Mother’s pure love Because He can’t hope to be everywhere, Nor be where so His children's need might move, Alone He can no justice do, nor care. Among things well their worth upon this Earth, Bare if a few man ever can replace. Mother's love stands on top, what unique grace! Why gods and goblins vie for human birth. If among punctuations God's period, Mother's love sure is exclamation mark, All else may hope to be second and third, In luminance, she's no less than an arc. Sole saviour, nourisher of new life, A silver lining in dark clouds of strife. ___________________________________________ Sonnets | 22.03.2017 |