Echoes of Maternal Love
A Tribute to Silent Sacrifices
A Mother Unknown
In days of old, when tales were told
And legends lived and breathed,
There was a mother, her story untold,
Her name lost to the ages, her fate sealed.
Her love was pure, her heart so bold,
She gave all she had, her children dear,
To raise them well, to keep them whole,
Through trials and strife, through joy and fear.
She sang songs soft, she whispered low,
She guided them through life's darkest woe,
With every step, with every breath,
She showed them how to find their strength.
Her laughter echoed through the halls,
Her tears fell like summer rains,
For in her arms, she held it all,
The hope of tomorrow's dawn again.
But alas, her story remained untold,
Her name forgotten, her legacy cold,
Yet in the hearts of those who knew,
Her love will forever shine true.
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I hope you enjoy this poem!, inspiration taken from P. K. Gani on vocal(And I do enjoy what she pieces together!), and obviously this is kinda true about my mother(If we leave the strict side outside ).
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Kageno Hoshino
Mistakes are not shackles that halt one from stepping forward. Rather, they are that which sustain and grow one's heart.
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Comments (2)
And that is why they say parents' love is unconditional. Loved your poem!
I used to be shy to say all this but now I don't care, it is what it is 😊