Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Sure: Our Mother’s Love (Nothing Wavering)

Gentle words
Washing over us
Since before we can remember

Loving heart
Entwining with ours
Every minute we’re together

Without condition
Effortlessly felt in our soul

Impulses of love
Constantly, gently make us whole

The Fullness
Of this pure sweet love
Penetrates to our very core

Filling us
With such perfect peace
Forever never wanting more

Scott L. Vanatter, 11-12 March 2008 (Poem for Mom, late for birthday 74, early for birthday 75)