Mother's Love

One by one the days fly by,

And your babies are all grown;

You look around at the emptiness,

And wish for the days that have flown.

The days when you bounced them on your knee,

And cuddled them in the dark;

The times together when you played,

And took them to the park.

Now a grown-up looks back at you,

Where once there was baby chub;

The only thing still the same today,

Is the intense deep mother's love.