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In the garden of life, my mother's love blooms,
A radiant sunbeam, dispelling all gloom.
Her gentle touch, a soothing breeze's caress,
In her embrace, I find solace and rest.
With eyes that mirror oceans, deep and wise,
She guides me through storms, under endless skies.
Her voice, a lullaby in the quiet of night,
Fills my dreams with hope, with visions so bright.
A pillar of strength, unwavering and strong,
She teaches me right from the depths of wrong.
Her sacrifices, a testament to her grace,
In her selfless love, I find my safe place.
In her laughter, I hear the songs of the birds,
In her smile, the sweetest of all words.
My mother, my anchor, my guiding star,
In your love, I've journeyed near and far.
In every moment, in every embrace,
I'm enveloped in your unwavering grace.
So here's to you, Mom, in this heartfelt rhyme,
You're cherished, you're loved, for all of time.
Comments (1)
Great poem! Wow!