Day 82

I'll never be able to describe
The love for a child
Waking up every morning
To find the sheets pulled up
So they won't get cold.
Sacrificing everything
Just so their child could be happier.
The love for a child
Can't be measured in words
Can't be expressed in greeting cards.
There's a reason they will never be a shortage of mothers in the world
For the love of a child.