A Mothers Love

She walked quietly along the road
Covered with red clay and stones
Trees dropping their branches like
an umbrella
keeping her almost dry,as she drudged on ,
feeling alone.

The branch of the creek was high
She would cross on the rocks
The child in her arms slept, dead weight
She thought of dinner,it must be six o`clock

She refused to think of what the doctor
had said
she wouldn`t face the pain
her heart grew more determined
as she wiped away the rain.

She would get another opinion
She couldn`t live with this one
He said take her home ,treat her good
Her life is almost done.

She was just a young girl
Living a womans life
Filled with fear and disappointment
So much pain and strife

The hill she had to climb
Loomed not far ahead
At the top of the hill
Was home and a downy bed.

Years later.she`d climbed her mountains
She`d saved her child
She bore the pain
Praying all the while

To a mothers love
Nothing can compare
I think I faintly heard her sing
Amazing Grace up there.