The heart of a child, so little and pure.
Always inquisitive, always so sure.
The heart of a teen, broken once or twice.
Shuts out the world, as cold as ice
The heart of an adult, childless and free.
Too soon to settle down, goes on as they please
But the heart of a mother, biggest of all.
Nurtures her children, both big and small.
She wipes away tears and makes everything alright.
She's there even when she's ill, she's your everything, your light. 💕