A Mother’s love is something 

      That no one can explain, 

       It is made of deep devotion 

      And of sacrifice and pain. 

       It is endless and unselfish 

      And enduring come what may 

       For nothing can destroy it   

               Or take that love away. 

       It is patient and forgiving 

      When all others are forsaking, 

       And it never fails or falters 

    Even though the heart is breaking. 

      It believes beyond believing 

    When the world around condemns, 

      And it glows with all the beauty  

    Of the rarest, brightest gems. 

      It is far beyond defining, 

    It defies all explanation. 

      And it still remains a secret 

    Like the mysteries of creation… 

      A many splendored miracle 

    Man cannot understand 

      And another wondrous evidence 

    Of God’s tender guiding hand. 

                     Helen Steiner Rice