The face of the moon was in shadow
A mother, selfless, tireless, proud, offspring take her for granted. Reward is not her goal
She sits at bedside, cooling brow when fever overtakes them. No fear of self contagion
Last food on her plate she gives to them, regardless of her hunger. Them first, her last
Scolding, correcting, growing character while encouraging individuality. leading by example
A mother, standing, smiling, proud, as Kindergartners sing. Reward comes in small measure
As birthdays pass and bodies build with tender moments shared. Her love grows as they do
The school years mount, the child looks up to mother for their guidance. She gives it freely
Then even though they draw to friends, with no regard for mother. She loves them still
Friends come and go, but children know that mother will always be. Their reward is her
No matter the age a mother’s love is comfort and a refuge. The tie that binds eternal
Grown men will cry when mothers die for they know no love was deeper. She gave, he took
He is what he is, he knows what he knows, because of her sweet guidance. Her reward is him
