Sins of a Mother

Sins of a Mother

I hold you while you cry
Never judging the why.
I feed your impossible dreams
Though unrealistic it seems.

I bite my tongue at your hate
Silently praying for it to abate.
Quietly calming your fears
While drying incessant tears.

The sins of a mother
If not careful, will smother.
For what greater love is this
Than to give others bliss?

To keep you safe from harm
Not raising undue alarm.
Softly singing you to sleep
Praying the Lord to keep

A love that always endures
Will forever be yours.
Someday you will leave my nest
For with you, I’m truly blessed.

The sins of a mother
No one can smother.
For what greater love is this
Than to give others bliss?