Why do mothers Love so well,
when their children drive em crazy and give her hell?
They're not cruel, mean or unkind,
but they take advantage of her time after time.

But, a mother can't forget the birth of her babe,
so tiny and harmless, fulling a crave.
A crave that runs deep down inside,
sitting there waiting to come alive.

Isn't one enough to fill this crave?
Two or more turns mother into a slave.
But two or three are so much fun,
they always keep her on the run.

But why fill the nest with these little tykes,
zipping around on their scooters and bikes?
Because a mothers Love is so large and grand,
she's a gift from heaven, behold...His right hand!

Keith Foley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mothers-love-4/