“Love is a strong feeling that you have when you [feel] a mother’s love for her children.
When I was a child, [my mother] would comfort me. She wiped my tears, so tenderly.
As I laid my head upon her chest, this was my most peaceful rest.
She sang to me so I would sleep. These precious moments are mine to keep.
Her gentle touch, her caring face, there could be no other to take her place.
She tried to teach me right from wrong. She always gives and never takes. Never does she criticize my mistakes.
The years have quickly passed by, in her eyes the aging lies.
Her skin has wrinkled, her hair turned grey. How I yearn for yesterday.
She is tired, her health is poor. She sits waiting for me to walk through the door.
When she is gone, my heart will die, and I will count the days till I see her again.
This person I speak of could be no other. She is, of course, my loving mother.”