MOTHER

In the quiet of dawn, a mother's love blooms, An endless embrace that eternally looms. Her heart, a compass guiding each day, In her arms, worries gently sway. Through sleepless nights and sunlit morns, Her care is woven, like threads of yarn. She holds dreams with a tender might, Turning shadows into morning light. In her gaze, the world's ultimate grace, A reflection of love, a sacred space. Through trials and triumphs, calm and storm, Her unwavering warmth keeps us warm. Her love, a beacon that forever glows, In every moment, her essence shows. An eternal symphony, soft and grand, The ultimate touch of a guiding hand.