A Blanket of Unlimited Love

To a woman so close and dear, when far and near she weeps, for the longing creeps in for the closeness conceived at birth.
The umbilical cord did tie the connection of such wondrous affection,
from mother to child with no affliction.

This woman her world she made, her children their life came first, for sickness and for worse, her choice made clear, to wipe our tear, in sadness and in joy,
the foundation of her story.

Three children the love she shared, forever her role she declared,
to see our growth, our failings, our strengths, a mother the love she dared.
Her courage, her faith, her will, to offer us a chance in life,
to give us what she wanted so, far places we would go.

Her desire to love did not tire, unrelentingly putting out the fire, of our misdoings, our mishaps, and our naive misperceptions.
Her mind is blind to deception, her heart open for all to see, and her soul blessed by the gift of the power of high above.

Such love, such grace, such tender feminine touch,
she walks this earth with pride hiding her self-doubt, her self-inadequacies,
so no-one can see, her tear, her fear, her own timid story.
All, so we can be free to experience the fullness of life, refraining from strife, and excelling in our own individuality with an abundance of humility.

A true mother she has been, her strengths and weaknesses I have seen, and I love her even more, the times she has let go of her role and shown me her core, for that person deep inside no longer run and hide.

For Emily is her name and as her daughter
I have no shame to write these words for her –
Mother I love you so and thank you for teaching me to go, into this world alone with a blanket of unlimited love.

And in times of doubt and fear, I wrap my blanket and remember, the person you taught me to be, the individual who is free.
From the deep pockets of my heat I forever shall thank thee.

Happy Birthday Mum

© 2005 MCARB

The Brighton To London Poet