Whispers of Love

In the hush of morning’s glow,

A frail heart stirs, a truth to show.

Her soul, a quiet song of grace,

Whispers softly through time and space.

An angel’s touch, so soft, unseen,

She cradles life, both pure and keen.

In her embrace, the world takes form,

A love that heals, a love that warms.

She suckles life with tender care,

Filling hearts with hopes and prayer.

Each breath she takes, a gentle plea,

To nurture all, to set them free.

Her hands, though worn, still softly glide,

A mother’s strength she cannot hide.

Through every trial, through every tear,

Her love remains, a light so clear.

The years may pass, the world may turn,

But in her eyes, a fire will burn.

A truth, unspoken, deep and still,

A bond that time cannot distill.

For in her heart, the universe sways,

A mother’s love, beyond all praise.

Her truth is frail, yet holds the sky—

A love so vast, it will not die.

Through every ache, through every sigh,

She lives the truth that never lies.