The Heartbeat of Home

In a world aglow with shimmering gold,

There exists a warmth, a tale yet untold,

Not in the stars or the mountains so grand,

But in the gentle touch of a mother’s hand.

As dawn’s first light slips through the blinds,

A soft serenade of love unwinds.

She rises before the sun greets the day,

Carrying the weight of play in her heart’s sway.

With sleepy eyes, we snuggle near,

Wrapped in her laughter, wrapped in her cheer.

A blanket of safety, her arms hold tight,

In her embrace, shadows transform into light.

She knows our dreams in the still of the night,

In whispered prayers, she takes her flight.

Each scraped knee kissed, each tear dried fast,

In the garden of love, her roots hold steadfast.

Oh, the stories she shares, how they dance and weave,

On pages of time, on spirits, they cleave.

From fairytales spun beneath starlit skies,

To life lessons shared, in her gaze, wisdom lies.

Her heart is a compass, guiding us through,

In storms and sunshine, she’s ever so true.

With each gentle nudge, she shows us the way,

Through laughter, through tears, from night into day.

When first words tumble from our eager lips,

In her eyes, we sparkle—little ships.

With every small victory, every ‘I can,’

Her pride lifts us higher, where dreams truly span.

Yet, she’s more than a shelter, more than a muse,

In her courage and strength, we learn to choose.

To face all the battles this world may present,

For in her love's cradle, we find our ascent.

But sometimes, in silence, shadows will creep,

And worry will muddle the dreams that we keep.

Mothers, too, have burdens to bear,

In the depths of the night, she’ll whisper a prayer.

She wipes away doubt, she conquers all fears,

On her shoulders, she carries the weight of our years.

Through laughter that echoes and tears that will flow,

She’s the heartbeat of home, a love all can know.

So let’s not forget in the rush of our days,

A mother’s love nurtures the hearts that believe.

Let’s share this truth, let the world hear our song,

That a mother’s love—a strong bond,

It is woven with kindness, patience, and care,

A vibrant tapestry, life’s fabric laid bare.

So here’s to the mothers, both near and far,

Your love is a beacon, a bright guiding star.

In every child’s laughter, in every heart’s beat,

The legacy of love makes life so sweet.

As we gather together, both young and old,

May we cherish this tale that’s forever retold,

For in every heartbeat, every hug that we share,

Lives the enduring magic of a mother’s heart—our home.