About a Mothers Love

I have picked some more poems for mothers, or poems about mothers love. I will start with one from Helen Steiner Rice.

A MOTHERS LOVE

A Mother's love is something
that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away...
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems...
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation...
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender guiding hand.

~Helen Steiner Rice~

Thanks to the creator of this beautiful video. Many thanks.

A mothers love is God's masterpiece:

God's Masterpiece Is Mother

God took the fragrance of a flower...
The majesty of a tree...
The gentleness of morning dew...
The calm of a quiet sea...
The beauty of the twilight hour...
The soul of a starry night...
The laughter of a rippling brook...
The grace of a bird in flight...
Then God fashioned from these things
A creation like no other,
And when his masterpiece was through
He called it simply - Mother.

- Herbert Farnham

She Shall be Praised

Who can find a virtuous woman?
for her price is far above rubies.
Strength and honor are her clothing;
and she shall rejoice in time to come.
She openeth her mouth with wisdom;
and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
She looketh well to the ways of her household,
and eateth no the bread of idleness.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
Many daughters have done virtuously,
but thou excellest them all.
Favor is deceitful, and beauty is vain:
but a woman that feareth the Lord,
she shall be praised.
Give her the fruit of her hands;
and let her own works praise her in the gates.

- Proverbs 31: 10, 25-31

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