A Mothers Guiding Ray
The Everlasting Light of Motherhood
In the dawn's tender embrace,
A mother's power finds its place.
With every sunrise, a gift bestowed,
Be it a cry, a tweet, or sun's warm glow.
Yet it's not just in the morning's light,
Her strength endures, shining bright.
Through each moment, each successful feat,
From breakfast made to laughter sweet.
Her will, a force that knows no end,
As she guides her little ones, her precious blend.
With gratitude as her constant guide,
A mother's love, a boundless tide.
In the quiet hours when night draws near,
Her gentle touch wipes away each tear.
She sings soft lullabies, a soothing sound,
As love and warmth in her arms abound.
Through the trials and challenges, she stands tall,
Her resilience never falters, never to fall.
With unwavering love, she leads the way,
Guiding her children through night and day.
For in her embrace, they find solace deep,
In her love, their hearts forever keep.
With each step forward, she leads the way,
A mother's strength, a guiding ray.
About the Creator
T. E. Door
I’m a raw, introspective writer blending storytelling, poetry, and persuasion to capture love, pain, resilience, and justice. My words are lyrical yet powerful, to provoke thought, spark change, and leave a lasting impact.
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