Mom, a poem
A Mother’s Day poem
by Bracken Burns
A mother’s love is forged at birth
We’re at a loss to state its worth
It’s depth, it’s breadth, it knows no bound
It’s pure; it’s rich, and all around
Throughout our lives she is always there
To mend, to nurture, to teach and care
Of all the loves we’ll know on Earth
No other love will match its worth
On Mother’s Day and all yearlong
We worship her in word and song
This puppy love that ne’er grows old
Is the oldest truth that man has told
And when she’s called and goes beyond
We’ve naught but memory, so warm, so fond
We know she’s there though eye can’t see
We feel her love, twill always be
When our time comes and we must go
One thing certain, we all must know
Sure Mom will greet us on heaven’s shore
Her heavenly love, forever more
Bracken Burns is a South Strabane Township supervisor and former Washington County commissioner.