
Dear reader,
I'm experiencing my first Mother's Day without my mother. This is a picture of a vintage print that she purchased and gave me because she said it made her think of me. The poem below is from an antique book of poetry with beautiful paintings. It's another heart gift from my mother to treasure. Reading the poem makes me cry and it may make you cry, but thoughts or memories of our mother shouldn't ever be overlooked. Blessings, Brook
Mother Love
There's only one in all the world
Whose " Mother-love" we claim,
And though we've often grieved her heart
That love remains the same.
A mother's love- oh, who would dare
To measure what 'tis worth
To each of us to know the love
Of her who gave us birth.
A love which follows all the way
Our footsteps here or yon;
A love, although rebuffed sometimes,
Persists in loving on.
A sacrificial love which bears
The heartaches and the pain,
Depriving self for those it loves,
Yet never doth complain.
How oft we fail to comprehend
Our mother's love until
That place is vacant here below
Which no one else can fill.
For God hath placed in Mother's heart
A jewel from above
For which there is no substitute,
And called it " mother-love".
__ Author unknown