In the cradle of her arms, love softly sings,
A melody of warmth, where security clings.
Through night's quiet hush and day's vibrant hue,
A mother's devotion forever true.
In every smile, in every tear,
Her boundless love, always near.
No mountain too high, no ocean too wide,
Her unconditional love stands as our guide.
Through trials and triumphs, her love remains,
A beacon of light that forever sustains.
In her embrace, we find our solace and peace,
A love that never falters; never finds release.
A mother's love, an eternal art,
A masterpiece stitched from the purest heart.
In whispered lullabies and bedtime tales,
A mother's love in every detail prevails.
With hands that heal and words that mend,
Her love journeys beyond the horizon's bend.
In laughter shared and dreams set free,
Her love ignites our hearts, a jubilant glee.
Through every stumble, every fall we face,
Her love lifts us up with infinite grace.
In the echo of her laughter, in the depth of her stare,
A mother's love, beyond compare.
Through fleeting years and moments grand,
Her love's the compass in life's shifting sand.
In the legacy she weaves, in lessons taught,
Her love echoes in the battles bravely fought.
In the symphony of life, a melody so pure,
A mother's love, forever sure.
In every chapter, in every line,
Her love's the sun in our life's design.
A timeless saga, an eternal part,
A masterpiece stitched from the purest heart.

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