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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