She Never Knew



A poem about mothers.

Gently her footsteps cross the ground

No trace of her there could be found

Finally home where she is needed most

Quickly inside she casts off her coat

Into the moonlit room where he sleeps

Slipping her work shoes off from her feet

Slowly stepping across a creaky wood floor

Silent moves like the mist across the moors

The moon wanes heavy in the cloudless sky

She so very tired, rubbing eyes, yawning sigh

Stopping and listening, making not a sound

In the peaceful room her nerves settle down

This deep love in her heart for him so pure

Her eyes must see him just to make sure

The day last too long away from his side

Each day she leaves the tears fill her eyes

From fear and pain, then true love's first kiss

She never knew it would be such as this

Gliding closer within the silvery moonlight

The breath in her chest catching at the sight

She would never tire for her eyes to see

How precious and beautiful his face to be

Her heart takes many pictures to store away

Memories, treasures to remember one day

As he grows, no matter how old or grand

If his life path takes him from her hand

She would fight for him and always pray

Her heart would hold him till her dying day

Holding his face and gently touching his hair

A soft kiss goodnight and a whispered prayer

There is nothing on Earth or in heaven above

Nothing so strong, so fierce as a mother's love



Three Ages of a Woman | Gustav Klimt 1905 | Source

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