Love is a Mighty Hunter

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“No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star.”

 ~Edwin Hubbell Chapin

I parade my scars like a mighty flag

Bearing stripes for all to see

Lapping love from every bowl

Knowing it is a true luxury

My mother was the first to wash my face

To provide sustenance

 yet my first greatest ache

for a child was not meant

to be motherless so early in the race

So like a tiger I became an early hunter

Searching for the warmest of hearts

Longing for something more

But I never had to venture far

For women are nurturers

From every valley to mountain top

And they will carry you to their den

If they see that you are lost

Love is a mighty force

That drives us to and fro

It keeps us ever searching

Further down the road

The memory of our greatest love

Is a gift we hold with might

Yet we freely give

You see women always nurture

Those in need for all the days they live.

Dedicated to every mother that found me along my searching path.

Virginia Van Horn

Dorothy Van Horn

Pam Thackeray

Ann Cornelius

Gloria Galindo

Joanne Moore

Carol Martin

and every other beautiful woman that mothered me along the way

 I want to say.

Thank you!