Loving Mother
In the quiet hush of twilight's glow,
Where shadows dance and soft winds blow,
A figure stands, a beacon bright,
A guardian of the gentle night.
Her touch is tender, a soothing balm,
A melody of love, a healing psalm.
In the cradle of her arms, we find,
A haven warm, a peace of mind.
Oh, Mother dear, with eyes that gleam,
Reflecting stars in a cosmic dream,
Your laughter, a song, pure and sweet,
Guides our hearts with a steady beat.
Through life's tempests, you are the shore,
A lighthouse in the storm's uproar.
Your love, an anchor, steadfast and true,
A sanctuary in skies both gray and blue.
In every tear, a reflection of your grace,
A sacred bond time cannot erase.
With hands that toil and sacrifice,
You mold our dreams, you shape our skies.
Your wisdom whispers in the silent night,
A beacon glowing with soft light.
In the tapestry of time, you weave,
A legacy of love that will never leave.
Mother, you're the sunrise, golden and bright,
A symbol of love that conquers the night.
With open arms and a heart so wide,
You cradle the world in your embrace, worldwide.
So here's to you, with gratitude and praise,
In the symphony of life, you're the sweetest phrase.
A mother's love, an eternal song,
In our hearts, where you belong.

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