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 love, a tapestry,

In every tale and song, she's shared.

Beneath her wings, we learned to soar,

Through storms and calms, and much more.

With every step, her wisdom lands,

In the garden of our hearts, it spreads.

So on this day, with love untold,

We gather gems of memories old.

To you, dear mother, our hearts belong,

In gratitude, our timeless love.

With every heartbeat, you're enshrined,

In verses of our souls, entwined.

For in your love, we find our home,

And know we are not alone.