Mother’s Pride

In the heart of the morning, where the dawn breaks bright,

A mother awakens, her spirit alight.

With eyes full of love and a heart full of dreams,

She watches her child, as pure as moonbeams.

From the first tiny breath to the first shaky step,

She’s there with a smile, in joy’s sweet depth.

Her pride is a river, so deep and so wide,

Flowing with love, where her secrets confide.

Her child’s every milestone, a triumph so grand,

Like the first day of school, holding a small hand.

The scribbled drawings, the misshapen clay,

Each little masterpiece takes her breath away.

In laughter and tears, in whispers and sighs,

Her pride soars high, like birds in the skies.

She nurtures with patience, with care so divine,

Her heart intertwined with that small hand in mine.

Through sleepless nights and worrisome days,

Her pride remains steadfast, like sunlit rays.

She teaches and guides with a gentle embrace,

Her love is a beacon, a soft, glowing grace.

When challenges come, as they always do,

She stands as a pillar, strong, tried, and true.

Her child is her world, her joy and her light,

Her pride is a star, shining so bright.

In the quiet moments, when all is at rest,

She dreams of a future, her heart full and blessed.

She sees in her child the strength to aspire,

A flicker of hope, a soul’s burning fire.

Her pride is a tapestry, woven with care,

Threads of love and patience, beyond compare.

Each day is a chapter, a story anew,

Of a mother’s love, so tender and true.

From the first whispered “Mama” to the teenage defiance,

Her pride grows deeper, in silent alliance.

Through trials and triumphs, she stands by their side,

A guardian of dreams, with arms open wide.

Her pride is a garden, where flowers bloom,

Each petal a memory, dispelling all gloom.

She tends to each bud with nurturing hands,

Her love a foundation, on which her child stands.

In the laughter shared and the lessons learned,

Her pride is a fire, ever brightly burned.

She watches her child with unwavering eyes,

Seeing potential reach for the skies.

In moments of doubt, when shadows may fall,

Her pride is a lantern, guiding through all.

She whispers encouragement, tender and sweet,

Her belief in her child, eternally replete.

Through graduations and milestones, achievements so grand,

Her pride is a river, never to be dammed.

She cheers and she cries, with joy overflowing,

Her love and her pride, forever glowing.

In the twilight of life, when memories are made,

Her pride is a legacy, never to fade.

She sees in her child the reflection of grace,

A testament to love, in every embrace.

Her pride is eternal, a bond unbroken,

A mother’s love, the truest token.

In every heartbeat, in every sigh,

Her pride is a song that will never die.

In the evening's glow, as dreams take flight,

Her pride stands tall, a guiding light.

Through every trial, each joyful stride,

A mother's love, her endless pride.

Her heart’s embrace, forever near,

In every whisper, every tear.

Eternal bond, forever tied,

A mother's pride, a love undenied.

So, here’s to the mothers, whose pride knows no end,

Whose love is a treasure, a life to defend.

In the tapestry of time, their love will reside,

Forever and always, a mother’s pride.

In each dawn and dusk, her pride does glow,

A steadfast light, through highs and lows.

Her child’s first word, a symphony sweet,

Each small success, her joy complete.

In schoolyard triumphs, in whispered fears,

Her pride is constant, through the years.

She celebrates growth, both big and small,

Her heart a haven, where dreams enthrall.

In every farewell, in every hello,

Her love’s a beacon, forever aglow.

She nurtures with wisdom, with warmth and with grace,

Her pride reflected in her child’s face.

Through life's winding paths, hand in hand,

Her love and pride forever stand.

In every heartbeat, in every sigh,

A mother's pride, will never die.