The Joy of Mother's Love

It begins with the joy of giving birth Continues even after the moment of death Life, like the scope of all man's music Opening and closing passages of love Messages sung and carried on the wind Written in the deepest part of the heart That palpable place we call the heart Emotion long before the first cry at birth Scent of beginnings carried on the wind Unable to imagine the notion of death For her baby, mother's unconditional love The crooning sound of her sweet music The years pass, so changes the music But not the forever melody in her heart Children grow and so does her love A bit different than the day of birth But constant and hopeful until death As perennial as blows the winter wind A young man's story is written on the wind With pen in hand he writes his own music With hardly a thought of the canvas of death But tucked away in the corners of his heart The certainty known from the moment of birth That in her life he would always find love Still his mother's eyes are filled with love Vision dim with age , acknowledging time in the wind The spring will bring again the miracle of birth The lambs in the fields will make their music The joy of rebirth will fill the simplest heart Beauty will reign even in winter's death Facing now the certainty of her coming death He looks at his child with a new depth of love Knowing with certainty that breaks his heart Letting his tears be dried by the gentle wind Believing he will still know the joy of her music Hoping that in death will come a new birth Garner strength in your heart to face death Remembering from birth a life full of the joy of love And as the wind of time blows, hear the music