My Mother & Her Love

To give your soul away and nevermore free.

To give your heart, to be called Mommy.

To raise four young happily.

To mother little me.

A mother’s hearty support throughout the life of her heirs.

A mother’s unselfish giving and a lifetime of cares.

A mother’s concerns on how our life fares.

A mother’s love billows and flares.

We are one, you and I, untied at birth by a small knife.

We are one with our memories played like a fife.

We are one through time’s strife.

We are one life.

Oh my mother, I remember when, on your bosom I’d sleep.

Oh my mother, I cherish private moments we keep.

Oh my mother, I love great memories we heap.

Oh my mother, I love you so deep.

Your love was unconditionally giving with heavenly selflessness.

Your love transcends this mortal plane and helplessness.

Your love is stories of heroes and lioness.

Your love is heaven’s bliss.

My mother, I love you and express times joys in wisdom’s articulation.

My mother, I love you being in my life and your participation.

My mother, I love you for making me your life’s action.

My mother, I love you. Your first live creation.

Roland James May 2001