A Mother’s love

A mother’s love, so pure and deep,

A bond eternal, a vow to keep.

Through sleepless nights and weary days,

She walks with grace in countless ways.

Her hands, though worn, are soft and kind,

Her voice a balm to the troubled mind.

In every word, in every touch,

She gives her all, she gives so much.

From the moment life begins to bloom,

Her heart expands to make more room.

She feels the flutter, the gentle kick,

A love ignites, both strong and quick.

Her arms, a haven, warm and wide,

A fortress strong where fears subside.

When storms of life begin to roar,

She shields her child, she fights the war.

She wipes away the bitter tears,

Dispels the darkness, calms the fears.

Her whispers soothe, her smile inspires,

Her presence lights the coldest fires.

Her laughter, like the morning sun,

Fills hearts with joy till day is done.

Her wisdom, like a guiding star,

Leads her children near or far.

She sacrifices, bends, and breaks,

For love, no burden is too great.

Her dreams she often puts aside,

For her children, she is a guide.

When sickness strikes or shadows loom,

She tends to them in every room.

Her courage shines, a steady flame,

Her strength endures through trial and pain.

Her love’s not bound by time or place,

It lingers on, a warm embrace.

Through every season, every age,

Her story lives on every page.

Even when her hair turns gray,

And years have stolen youth away,

Her love remains, unyielding, true,

A light that time cannot subdue.

She celebrates each small success,

With clapping hands and warm caress.

Her pride in them, a beacon bright,

Her faith in them, a steadfast light.

When failures come and doubts arise,

Her words lift up, her spirit flies.

She teaches strength, she teaches grace,

To stand again, to face the race.

Though life may lead her children far,

Her love will find them where they are.

Across the miles, across the years,

Her heart is theirs, despite the tears.

In her eyes, they’ll always see

The child she cradled tenderly.

Her love a gift, so freely given,

A glimpse of heaven here on earth, arisen.

And when her time on earth is through,

Her love remains, forever true.

A legacy, a sacred thread,

A tapestry of words unsaid.

For a mother’s love is infinite, vast,

A force unyielding, built to last.

It shapes the world, it sets apart,

The power of a mother’s heart.Her love endures through every stage,

From childhood dreams to seasoned age.

It builds a bridge when gaps appear,

A voice that says, “I’m always here.”

In moments when the world feels cold,

Her arms, a refuge, strong and bold.

Through triumph, heartache, joy, or pain,

Her love’s a shelter in the rain.

Even when words are left unspoken,

Her actions mend what may be broken.

She sees the soul beyond the face,

And fills her home with endless grace.

Her laughter echoes through the years,

A melody that calms our fears.

Her wisdom, like a lantern’s glow,

Guides us through paths we do not know.

She plants the seeds of hope and dreams,

Through quiet acts or grander schemes.

She nurtures us with tender care,

And shows us life is meant to share.

When shadows fall, and doubts take flight,

Her courage is a steadfast light.

She holds the pieces, makes them whole,

And gives us strength within our soul.

Her love’s a river, vast and wide,

That flows with faith as its pure guide.

No obstacle can block its stream,

It carries life, it fuels our dream.

Even in times when we don’t see

The depth of her love’s legacy,

It quietly shapes who we become,

A masterpiece that’s never done.

Her love’s a mirror, clear and bright,

Reflecting all her endless light.

It shows us who we’re meant to be,

And whispers, “You are loved by me.”

In moments when we feel alone,

Her voice remains a calming tone.

A mother’s love, though stretched by time,

Will always be our strongest rhyme.

And when her spirit takes its flight,

To realms beyond our human sight,

Her love will linger, ever near,

A sacred presence, always clear.

In every breeze, in every star,

Her essence follows where we are.

Her lessons live in what we do,

Her hopes, her dreams, her vision too.

A mother’s love transcends all space,

It’s infinite, a boundless grace.

A beacon for the life we live,

The truest gift she’ll ever give.