A mother’s love is unconditional.
Sometimes kind, sometimes strict
Sometimes beating you with a stick.

A mother’s love is big.
Sometimes sad, sometimes proud,
Sometimes laughing really loud.

A mother’s love is pure.
Sometimes raw, sometimes splenda,
Sometimes soft and tenda.

A mother’s love is gentle.
Sometimes squishy, sometimes subtle,
Sometimes ready for a cuddle.

A mother’s love is fierce.
Sometimes fiery, sometimes scary,
Sometimes big and blaring.

A mother’s love can never be compared.
In fact, no one has dared.
To understand its depth, to imagine its height.
To know the heart behind every smile, hug and fight.