A Mother

A Mother's Day Poem

In rolling fields of dappled light,
Where lavender whispers soft and bright,
There walks a mother, ageless, true—
A heart both tender and resolute.

Her hands, though worn, still hold the skies,
With every touch, the stars arise.
Her laughter—like a silver stream—
Reflects the warmth of sunlit dreams.

In her eyes, the universe does rest,
A harbor for the weary ch…