Hello,
I am not a mum, but I am the son of a mum. I recently got an email from my Mother. She told me and my siblings how lucky she was to have us, to have our love. Which she does. But I thought how lucky I was to have her love. Even though I was pain in the proverbial when I was a lad she indulged me, because she loved me. So I wrote the following for her. I would just like to know what you, as mums, think of it. By the way, my Mum loved it.
For my mother
(And yours if you wish)
Your mother will say
That to her you are a gift
The love you bring
To her is beyond measure
You are her everything
But think now
Of your mother’s love
In her mind’s eye she saw you
And she loved you
Before you were even you
When you were born
She held you safe
Soothed you with a kiss
The you she already knew
The you she had always loved
Her love is not fleeting
It does not fade
It is as perennial as time
Given freely
And without question
Before you were even you
You were loved
And always will be
Tell me if you can
Is there a greater love than this
© 2023 Anthony Francis Bennett