A mothers love

Its not the way she screams and shouts,
or the way she pots about,
but by the way she makes me feel,
a mothers love is so unreal.

The way she holds us when we cry,
this love she gives when we sigh,
its by the way she makes us feel,
a mothers love is so unreal.

She has her joys and her sorrows,
but ours she lends and she borrows,
these are ways she makes us feel,
a mothers love is so unreal.

Tender hugs and soft sweet kisses,
now we know just what she misses,
its how we know just how she feels,
a mothers love is so unreal.

So when we see her laugh or cry,
we know by the tear in her eye,
she loves us, that we feel,
a mothers love is so unreal.

So from these words we understand,
as we take her by the hand,
that a mothers love is unreal,
but that is how we make her feel.