The Love in Her Eyes

There are many different levels and shades of true love; here is a poem about one of the levels I believe to be the most sincere and enduring.
I wrote this piece a little over two years ago, and just dug it back up.  It was inspired by a young mother I know, and by watching her hold her newborn son.

In the arms of love
the mother holds her son
as close unto her
as if they still were one.

With a hush and a song
she quiets his cries;
holding him fast,
there's love in her eyes.

This is her focus,
this is her love,
to watch o'er and care
for her gift from above.

Held close and dear
in her motherly arms,
keeping him safe
from sorrows and harms.

Though others hold near,
none grasp the same
as the one who gave him
his body and name.

Encircled in
the arms of love,
a love as vast
as Heaven above,

he clings to her -
love's evidence;
he senses her care,
this babe, this prince.

His face lights with love
when their eyes meet;
the love of these two
is tender and sweet.

As I leave, I bid
reluctant good-byes.
Never have I seen love
like the love in her eyes.

David Jamison