Looking upon their angelic faces her heart cries out in despair, <br /> for their fate lies only in her hands. Her love runs vast and deep, <br /> but for the one that left them behind, the burden unjustly <br /> placed upon her shoulders bring her to her knees. What indiscretion <br /> of her past could bring to her children such a fate that she could not <br /> shield from them? <br /> <br /> Fury lies ready to strike down the one that turned his back upon their <br /> welfare to seek a selfish want but to refuse his own their needs. <br /> Justice will not be dealt by her hand, for there is one greater <br /> than she, that will lay judgement at his feet. Her strength will be <br /> found, for a Mothers love will sacrifice, if not her own life. <br /> <br /><br />Pam Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mothers-love-9/
