A Widowed Mother's Love
There is no better love under the sun.
A mother who knows how loss feels.
Loss of one she loved under the bright sun.
That is how I define a mother’s love.
What is love without test?
It has stood the test of time, strife.
It has stood annoyance, many a blast,
But what of the test of loss, loss of life?
A mother’s love who knows no loss is put to question.
Its stands because it must, not knowing its cause.
Probably it is ordinary and without depth nor notion.
The cause it runs is without passion, it must pause.
It is irritable, tired from being mandatory.
It fails, it gets worn and insignificant.
It screams for revival and reformation voluntarily.
A love that knows no loss is at its least on instant.
A widow mother’s love will never be withdrawn.
No, it won’t. It purposes to make merry.
It knows how it shall feel to have them gone.
It cherishes every bliss, love comes with much sorrow.
A widow mother's love is firm. It is thorough.
A widow mother does not forget you sulking child.
It is like so with the love of God,
It knows the feeling of being robbed of love.
Copyright © Nontando Sibanda | Year Posted 2017
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