Mother
It was a feeling unlike any I had known before—
Mother tucking me into bed when I was three or four.
She’d kiss me on the cheek and quietly close the door.
`Ere sleep stole me, I knew no one could be loved more.
Mother’s arms were my world—soft, sweet, secure.
Her voice was gentle; it told me angels were for real.
She carried me with a tight clasp, my safety to ensure.
And when it was bedtime, beside my crib she’d kneel.
Nothing is endowed with power like maternal love.
It supersedes all the evils mortality can enact.
Its supremacy was crafted by He who is above.
Thank God my faithful Mother knew that as fact.
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