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 chest.
She’s sewn our dreams with threads of grace,
And wiped the tears none can replace.

Her love, a tapestry so wide,
In every note, in every stride,
She sings the song of endless care,
Of battles fought, and quiet prayer.

Beneath her wings, we learned to fly,
To rise above the stormy sky.
Through trials fierce, through moments torn,
Her wisdom blossomed, reborn.

So on this day, with hearts full-grown,
We gather gems that time has sown.
To you, dear mother, boundless, dear,
We offer thanks, both far and near.

In every breath, you live, you shine,
A love that threads through space and time.
In your embrace, we find our grace,
A love that neither fades nor breaks.

For in your heart, we've found our home,
Where all our fears and doubts have flown.
Through you, dear mother, we have known—
In love, we are never alone

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