I wrote this a few years back, thinking about my mom. I gave her a precious moments figurine of a mother holding a baby and the title of it, I made the title for this poem.
A love like no other
A smile and tiny fingers curl,
a coo and a giggle.
Arms lovingly surrounding and protecting,
the bundle that continues to wiggle.
There is a pure and innocent love,
a love like no other.
An enduring love, a bonding love,
one that is easily returned to each other.
A pair of eyes, looking up,
dependent on that love.
A pair of eyes, looking down,
watching the precious gift sent from above.
There is a pure and innocent love,
a love like no other.
It is a love of a mother.
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