Of A Mother's Love

Joy bestows its crown where living

Renders Getting in its Giving

Sweet Mother-love, oh, sacred care

Of flesh and blood ordained to wear

The earthly best of toil and test

Not for golden or silver crest

But for grace and humility

To be the best Mom she can be

Honor bestows her subtle prize

In laugh-line kiss and weary sighs

No hall of fame; no accolade

Save that of memories we made

Beneath the wreath of summer bow’r

Or at the evening dinner-hour

While threads of Ordinary wove

Into each child, a mother’s love

Happiness smiles in laundry piles

In shoes worn through by second-miles

For Something money cannot buy

Nor coin its hunger satisfy

But pours a-thousand fold and more

From children singing, slamming doors

Because they know in every touch

Their mother loves them very much

Home; earth’s most cherished estate  

Not by Things we accumulate

But by a Treasure gently spun

With tears and prayer and family-fun

Where none can judge the priceless art

A mother carries in her heart

As she by grace of God will prove

The fullness of a mother’s love

© Janet Martin

Today Emily is coming 'home' for a while. She wants to learn how to make 'mom's potato salad';) But first the 'happiness that smiles in laundry piles' is waiting to be experienced. Happy Hump-day...already?!