A mother’s love is immeasurable
like a river it continually flows
Her heart is strong, she easily forgives
She bears a pain as if it’s an easy load.
She’s beautiful on the outside
And more so on the inside.
With childlike candour
she renders love, her splendid armour.
Crinkles on her face, a result of laughter
more than pain,
like a happy angel
she spreads warmth,
She is LOVE, she’s my dad’s beau,
And she’s named aptly so –