A Mother Is Love Poem

Mothers Love Poem

A mother can be almost any size or any age, but she won’t admit to anything over thirty.

A mother has soft hands and smells good.

A mother likes new dresses, music, a clean house, her children’s kisses, an automatic washer and Daddy.

A mother doesn’t like having her children sick, muddy feet, temper tantrums, loud noise or bad report cards.

A mother can read a thermometer, much to the amazement of Daddy, and like magic, can kiss a hurt away.

A mother can bake good cakes and pies, but likes to see her children eat vegetables.

A mother can stuff a baby into a snowsuit in seconds, and kiss sad little faces and make them smile.

A mother is underpaid, has long hours and gets very little rest. She worries too much about her children, but, she says she doesn’t mind at all.

And, no matter how old her children are, she still thinks of them as her little babies.

She is the guardian angel of the family, the queen, the tender hand of love.

A mother is the best friend anyone ever had.

A Mother Is Love

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