A MOTHER’S LOVE

Come all my little children
with your wounds that are soul deep,
with bodies bruised and battered,
enough to make this mother weep.

All the damages that have been done
have left their marks within,
your innocence so often taken,
by the grievous, foulest sin.

The hands that should have shown but love,
in darkest moments caused great pain,
tongues that should have spoken words of love,
caused your tears to fall like rain.

I have a place of comfort
where your tears will ever cease,
all anxieties and tensions
soon all, will be released.

Come and cuddle up and rest
never more to part,
I will teach you how to love again,
In My Immaculate Heart.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
July 26, 1993