It’s special
Often times misunderstood
Underappreciated
It’s not perfect
Yet it is necessary
Cherished
An accumulation of teaching, loving, hard work
Her love consists of passion, nurturing thoughts, anger, joy, pride
Stressful
Tiresome
It is diverse
Omnipresent
A protector.
This does not apply to all mothers yet the real ones
The ones where roles are taken serious
Ones where their offspring is and have been a priority
Where she’s guided by love and enhancements
Not men, guilty pleasures, or selfishness.
Selflessness guides her power
She’s a rock
At times she is the one and only
She is the alpha and omega
She’s the mother and the father
She does her best
A survivor that makes it happen
It doesn’t need to be explained
It is vastly understood
Rather she be the down ass chick for her man
Or the confidante for her children
She’s a counselor
A chef
A doctor
A teacher
A comedian
The police
Above all she’s a queen.
Even when she may not be near
A mother’s love can soothe and protect
It can guide
Be a phone call away
It can decrease anger
Increase happiness
It can get violent when need be
Out of love and protection
She loves hard
A special connection with God
When she prays something happens
Mountains move
Seeds grow
Yokes are broken
Blessings poured out of heaven
A purposeful being
At times she is the glue
There’s a bond that’s deep as the river Nile
Strong as the arms of Samson
A Mother’s Love is unique
Many are not blessed to experience it
Neglect
Disrespect
Lost priorities
All at times have tainted or hindered a mother’s love.
I’m blessed!
I prayed for it
I grew from it
I learned from it
I was saved by it
A rollercoaster of a journey
No regrets
Respect
Admiration
I’m comforted by it
I’m fed by it…figuratively and literally
I’m enhanced by it
I’m better by it ‘cause of its growth
My growth and hers
The laughter keeps a smile on my face
Love, joy, forgiveness, and confidence remains in my heart
I think of my mother’s love
I think of
Grace
Friend
Favor
Golden memories
2 peas in a pod
Being kept
I am a remix of her
I am an extension of her
I think of how proud I am of her
In spite of, I think of a love that can’t be broken
In all that I achieve
In all that we proudly may be
I am my mother’s love and she is me.
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