A mother’s love is unrelenting,
Impervious
to compromise,
Often
silent, always open,
Vigilant,
with constant eyes.
Nothing
else holds more importance
Than
the safety of her child,
Every
hope, every dream,
Every
trivial trick or trial
Are
met and dealt with confidence,
Weighing
all the evidence,
Dealing
out the consequence,
Both
prosecutor and defense.
I
grew up in a home of love,
No
pretention or disguise.
All
that I am or hope to be I owe to
Mother’s
constant eyes.
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