Mother

When you go back in the arms of your mom,it is a delight,

Her hands surround you,oh so tight.

It is the most safest place on earth,a feeling creeps in, 

But being a daughter you will have to go the guilt seeps in.

The warmth you receive in her arms will cradle no more,

She will take care of your siblings while you make a home. 

With your child she will play,

That shall be a delight to her.

And giving us all the happiness, 

Mother Mary shall go.

Years later you will think of her as your Angel,  

And don the role of a mother to be the way she was to her children.