A Mother's Embrace

In twilight's tender, hushed caress,

A lullaby of love, no less.

A mother's arms, a haven near,

Where solace whispers, calms all fear.

Upon her chest, a cradle warm,

Soft echoes of a heartstorm.

Her gentle touch, a healing balm,

A sanctuary, sweet and calm.

Through night's embrace and morning light,

She nurses wounds, unseen, contrite.

A lighthouse in a tempest wild,

A mother's love, an endless aisle.

In quiet hours when shadows weep,

She guards the dreams her child does keep.

With whispered tales and lullabies,

She wipes away the tears that rise.

In fever's dance, a silent plea,

A mother's touch, the remedy.

A soothing hymn, a melody,

She rocks away the malady.

In every stumble, every fall,

Her love, a thread that mends it all.

With tender hands and whispered prayer,

She cradles dreams with utmost care.

Yet, as the years unfurl their grace,

A mother's hug, a warm embrace,

There lies a truth, a bittersweet,

A letting go, a love complete.

For in that space where tears may flow,

A mother's heart, a boundless tow.

In joy, in pain, in every stride,

She nurses wounds, both big and wide.

So, let the tears in solace flow,

For mothers, healers in love's throes.

In every verse, in every sigh,

A mother nurses with goodbye.

In twilight's hush, in morning's glow,

A mother's love, forever sown.

Through tears, through joy, in tender style,

A mother nurses with a smile.

This Poem is Shared By Edward Whitman a Nursing Specialist from London, Working with Onlinenursingessayhelp.uk, He is one of my colleagues.