Momma

The child is conceived. Her love is received.

The child is born.
Her body is torn.

The child grow fast.
Her love is vast.

The child is now grown.
Her prayers are sown.

The child it there to attend.
Her life is at the end.

The child’s heart full.
Her love was a jewel.

Momma I love you and all you have done.
Your love is brighter than the sun.