There isn’t any set amount of words
That can quite explain a mother’s touch,
Because just the very phrase
Means so very much.
From the time we’re born
We’re caressed in such loving,
Tender arms,
Silenced,
In the comfort of her embrace,
We drift off for the first time,
Roaming through time and space.
But within our short moment together
She wastes no time,
Whispering to us the sweetest things,
That we’ll surely come to understand
In time,
Her nurturing instincts are always in play,
Despite our current age
Her ways never sway,
Always there to comfort us
In the toughest of times,
Just as she always has
Time after countless time,
And she never asks for anything in return
Which adds more to the reason why,
There simply aren’t any words
That can quite explain this simple phrase,
When it comes to mind.