A CHILD

A Child’s Love A child’s love for its mother that burns with inside still that is in and can’t open its eyes. It rustle’s around and kicks to know, waiting for that day it can show, the love for its mother and the love in it’s eyes, a child’s love that can never die, and as you listen as the time grows near, the feelings, the thoughts, and the fear. Will it love me! But you should know. The love for its mother will always grow. Now as it gets older and listens and waits for that day that it can say “I love you mommy” as a tear comes to it’s eyes, a child’s love for it’s mother that burns with inside.