In the tapestry of life, a thread so divine,
A portrait of love, in every line.
In the gallery of memories, where echoes hover,
A masterpiece painted, by the hands of a mother.
Her gaze, a compass in the labyrinth of days,
Guiding with love through life's intricate maze.
Eyes that sparkle like stars in the night,
Reflecting a love, boundless and bright.
In the garden of moments, where laughter flowers,
She nurtures the seeds, through sunlit hours.
With hands that weave stories, both tender and true,
A mother's touch, like morning dew.
Her voice, a lullaby in the still of night,
Whispering tales, soft and light.
In the cadence of words, a soothing rhyme,
A mother's melody, transcending time.
From the cradle's embrace to a toddler's run,
She watches with pride, the setting sun.
In the footprints of childhood, her love leaves its trace,
A mother's warmth, in every embrace.
Through scraped knees and childhood dreams,
In the realm of patience, her love redeems.
A pillar of strength, in the stormy weather,
A mother's embrace, a haven forever.
In the teenage tempest, where storms may brew,
She stands unwavering, a love so true.
With wisdom and grace, she imparts the lore,
A mother's guidance, an anchor ashore.
Through milestones and crossroads, where paths diverge,
Her love remains constant, a flame that'll surge.
In the dance of independence, her spirit cheers,
A mother's love, transcending years.
Her sacrifices, a silent hymn,
A melody sung when daylight grows dim.
In the folds of selflessness, her love unfurls,
A mother's gift, the most precious of pearls.
As seasons change and years unfold,
Her love, a tale that's forever told.
In the album of time, where memories bloom,
A mother's presence, a perennial perfume.
Her wrinkles, a map of stories untold,
A testament of love, more precious than gold.
In the twilight of life, where shadows play,
A mother's legacy, an eternal ray.
So here's to the woman who shaped my dawn,
Whose love, an anthem, forever drawn.
In the symphony of life, her notes resound,
A mother's love, an echo profound.
In the heart's gallery, where portraits gleam,
Her image reigns, a timeless dream.
In every sunrise and moonlit night,
A mother's love, an everlasting light.
About the Creator
Katya Danova
A hopeless romantic, wild by nature and an artist by heart. But most of all - a loving wife a not-so-perfect-but-trying-my-best mom of a toddler.
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Comments (2)
Nicely done ode to mothers. Bravo!
I can feel this one. Well done!