My mother was like the protective bear
covering her cubs from the cruelty of the world
taking us places and always scouting out the landscape
seeking to find the strength to fend for hers
covering us with the cloth of protection
needled through with her crafty hands
My mother was a lady though delicate
dear you attempt to touch her cubs.

About this Poem
We are all thankful in some way or another for our mothers.  This piece is a reflection of mothers

2 thoughts on “Mama Bear

  1. Amen my brother. Amen indeed. Your Mom is truly a wonderful Woman of God. Her children will rise and call her blessed.

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