In the warmth of her embrace, I find my solace,
A guiding star in life's boundless maze.
Her love, a gentle, unwavering grace,
In her arms, I'm cradled through nights and days.
A mother's touch, a soothing balm,
When life's tempests cause me harm.
With words of wisdom, soft and calm,
She shields me from the world's alarm.
Her sacrifices, silent and profound,
A love that knows no earthly bound.
In her smile, a love resound,
A love that in my heart is found.
Through laughter, tears, and every phase,
She's been my light in darkest days.
Her love, an eternal, endless blaze,
A mother's love, in so many ways.
In her eyes, I see the skies,
A universe of love in her gentle sighs.
With her, I feel I can touch the highs,
For a mother's love never truly dies.
So, to my mother, I raise this song,
A melody of love, sweet and strong.
In her love, I'll forever belong,
For in her arms, I truly belong.
About the Creator
Samson
I find satisfaction in crafting short stories or long novels.
Religious Freedom Granted in 1978
What traditions are you most thankful for and why? Rupi Kaur's Gratitude Writing Prompts 1. Enormous Gratitude for the return of religious freedom for American Indians in 1978. The same year I got into recovery. That year I could smudge, go into the sweat lodge, attend full-moon ceremony, pipe ceremony, wiping of tears ceremony, and others.
By Denise E Lindquist4 days ago in Writers
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Mother's love is unconditional. Loved your poem!