A mother’s love is a deep fountain
Continually filled from above
She showers blessing beyond counting
And shows us the meaning of love
Often without thanks but always with grace
She plans and works to care and provide
She may not always have a smile on her face
But she takes the hard knocks in stride
From baby diapers to grown-up complaints
The family depends on her street smarts
Her husband knows without her he’d faint
And treasures her with all his heart.