The Heart of a Mother

In the quiet dawn, when the world is still,

A mother awakens, her heart full and filled.

With tender whispers, she greets the new day,

Her love like a river, flowing freely away.

Each small hand held, each tear gently dried,

In moments of joy, and when hope has cried.

She dances through chaos, with grace in her stride,

A beacon of strength, where dreams can abide.

Through sleepless nights and the worries that creep,

Her heart carries burdens, yet still finds the leap.

With laughter and stories, she weaves a warm quilt,

A tapestry rich with the love that she’s built.

In the eyes of her children, she sees the whole world,

A future unfolding, a new life unfurled.

With every small triumph, she beams with delight,

A mother’s fierce pride, a radiant light.

Though the years may be fleeting, and time rushes by,

Her love is a promise that will never die.

For in every heartbeat, every hug, every sigh,

Lives the essence of motherhood, soaring high.

So here’s to the mothers, in all that they do,

The laughter, the lessons, the love ever true.

In the heart of a mother, a universe grows,

A garden of memories, where purest love flows.