A Mother's Day Poem

In rolling fields of dappled sunlight,

Where blooms of lavender scent the air,

There walks a mother, time refined,

With firm hands and a gentle heart.

Laughter, like a silver stream,

Reflects the warmth of the

sun's soft gleam.

In her eyes, the stars find rest,

Guiding home the weary.

She's woven dreams in silken thread,

And kissed the tears that others shed.

Her…