Father's love vs mother's love

A father loves his children

just like fire loves wood,

he gives them purpose

while burning them down.

How much it hurts,

wood can’t say

they achieved what they were born for

and that is all that matters.

A mother loves her children

like moonlight in the night sky.

It’s there as long as it is,

then it’s just a facade of glow

and reflection of light

there so poetry could be written

on its glorious sight.