The Love-language of Mothers

( Well, this mother is off to clean up some 'common cradles;-)

The love-language of mothers to others may seem quite plain

Yet, if she tried she would find it so complex to explain

How in numberless tasks poured from the flask of motherhood

She cradles common cares with care and whispers ‘it is good’

...how her love is far more than hug-and-kiss or gifted things

The cost of it her utter self, entangled in heart-strings

How she has learned and ever learns the painfulness of joy

As she with earnest vigil tends the needs of girl and boy

…how her love clings to humble trust, praying that God provides

Through daily grace, wisdom and strength for what each day betides

How, mixed with mundane spills is sacred tilling of soul-sod

How motherhood mirrors a love-language written by God

How, sometimes she will linger touching garments they’ve out-grown

And she will trace her fingers over places they’ve out-flown

How then, with kinder reverence she embraces Today

Her love-language insisting that she learns new words to say

© Janet Martin