Peering through the nursery glass,
Her eyes full of concern;
She was yet so young herself,
With still so much to learn.
She tapped upon the window,
Oh so certain that he knew;
And whispered, "I'm your Mommy,
I'll be taking care of you."
Gazing at the fragile infant
The glass keeping them apart;
The pounding deep within her chest,
The sound of a Mother's heart.
On that day she made a promise,
That she'd always be right there;
For he would never be alone,
With her around to care.
And when they came to place him
Within her loving arms;
She vowed forever to protect
This innocent one from harm.
The beating in her chest increased,
So hard it almost hurt;
Wonder & amazement made her feel
As if her heart would burst.
The years passed all too quickly,
Now she reaches out her hand;
To touch the strength of the child,
Who has grown into a man.
While keeping all her promises,
To stay right by his side;
Her reward now so apparent,
She overflows with pride.
Only now could she take her rest,
Leaving him in the hands of another;
With tears he listens mournfully to
The last beats from...
The Heart of Mother.
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