A Mother's LoveHelen Steiner Rice
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 splendored miracle man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence of God's tender, guiding hand.
I miss you, mom. I ache inside. I ache for the person you were and for who you are now. I ache because you loved to walk and now, you don't want to. I ache when I hear you try to say words and they don't come out right. I ache because you have to be helped with everything and I know that must get tiring. I ache because I can't take care of you by myself in my home. I try to be strong, but inside....I ache. I cry and I miss you so much.
