A Mother’s Love
©2023 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Karl Hedin from Unsplash
A mother’s love is bedrock and quicksilver.
It anchors her whole heart, then sets it free.
Forever bound, adorned in golden soul-strings,
she shimmers with eternal destiny.
And she is tree of life––deep roots, well-grounded,
growing a sturdy trunk to meet the need––
her branches bearing fruit that feeds, drains, fills her,
each limb stretched wide to nourish every seed.
Years pass so quickly; seasons come and go.
Wind chills, sun warms, star shines, and rainfall weeps.
How sweet the fruit that dresses her in beauty.
How real the love she sows, the joy she reaps.
How sacred every child she holds and keeps.
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If this poem resonates with you, you might also enjoy Mother and Child and My Mother Taught Me.
Tags: bearing children, bearing fruit, mother's day, motherhood, mothers, nature cycles, role of mother
