Photos By: Donna L. Andrews Fine Art Photography

Mothers are the place where love Emerges from the earth, And happiness rings out like bells’ In honor of our birth.

Mothers are the sun that lights For life our inner sky, So we may know that we are loved And need not question why.

Mothers are the moon that shines Upon our black despair, So even when we weep, we know That someone’s always there.

Whatever fear, or stress, or pain Might them to anger move, We know that underneath the storm We have, always, their love.

– Nicholas Gordon