Her love is like an island

In life's ocean vast and wide

A peaceful quite shelter

From the wind, the rain, the tide.

'Tis bound on the north by Hope,

By Patience on the west,

By tender counsel on the south

And on the East by Rest.

Above it like a beacon light

Shine Faith, and Truth, and Prayer;

And through the changing scenes of life

I find a haven there.

~ Helen Steiner Rice ~

The dearest gifts that heaven holds

The very finest too

Were made into one pattern

That was perfect, sweet and true.

The angels smiled, well pleased and said,

"Compared to all the others,

This pattern is so wonderful!

Let's use it just for Mothers!"

And through the years a mother

Has been all that's sweet and good,

For there's a bit of God and love

In all true motherhood.

Helen Steiner Rice