Love of the Mother
By Apolinario B Villalobos
When it comes to giving love –
Nothing can beat the one
Who nurtured us within her
And for months endured our weight
A burden that she carried –
Until with hard drawn effort
Brought us forth into this world.
While in her womb
We partake of the air she breathes
We partake of the food she eats
We partake of the emotions she feels
Her blood makes our heart beat
And careful that we float with ease
She moves with well-guarded steps.
Our heart that beats is her mark in us
Greater than anything, we owe it to her –
She who cries when we succumb to sickness
And dry her breast for precious milk…
Our life, we owe to our dear mother
She, we should love more than any other.