A mother’s perfect love,
Her purpose for living,
Being willing to forgive any wrong.
Her beautiful eyes,
Filled with joy,
Delight at the sight
Of her girl or her boy.
A mother’s beautiful love
Always there with open arms,
Encouraging to soar above,
Protecting from harm.
Is there any love more perfect?
Is there any love more beautiful?
Than the love of a mother who never neglects,
But is always there to tell us we’re wonderful.
Copyright Robyn Graham
A couple of the meanings of the tulip are beautiful eyes and perfect lover. I chose these two representations of the tulip for Mother’s Day and wrote the above poem to accompany the image of the tulip. Being a mother is the most challenging yet the most rewarding role a woman can ever have. I hope my words and image honor all mothers, near and far.