A Mother’s Love is something that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion and 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 grows 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 splendid miracle that man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence – Of a Mothers guiding hand