Love leaves the dust,
In search of a child's laugh.

Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints,
On a newly cleaned window.

Love wipes away the tears,
Before it wipes up the spilled milk.

Love picks up the child,
Before it picks up the toys.

Love is present through the trials.

Love reprimands,
Reproves and is responsive.

Love crawls with the baby,
Walks with the toddler,
Runs with the child,
Then stands aside to let,
The youth walk into adulthood.

Love is the key,
That opens salvation's message,
To a child's heart.

Before I became a mother,
I took glory in my house of perfection.
Now I glory in God's perfection,
Of my child.

As a mother,
There is much I must teach my child,
But the greatest of all is,
LOVE.

Author: Jo Ann Merrell