Threads of a Mother's Love

In a town where the stars seemed to dance in the night,

Lived a mother whose love shone so bright.

Her days were long, her burdens were vast,

But her heart held a strength that forever would last.

Her hands bore the marks of toil and time,

Yet they were the rhythm, the steady chime.

For Emma and Jack, she’d rise with the sun,

Each day a new battle, each night hard-won.

The mornings were quiet, the world still asleep,

As Mother would whisper her promises deep.

She’d send them to school with hopes tucked away,

Dreams she postponed for another day.

In the hush of the evening, her body worn thin,

She’d sit with her children, her patience within.

Through numbers and words, she guided their minds,

Her love a soft echo in the passing of time.

On nights when the cold crept into her bones,

She’d think of their laughter, their joyful tones.

At the science fair’s glow and the soccer field’s roar,

Her spirit soared high, her love ever more.

The years turned like pages in a book well-read,

Her children now grown, their paths ahead.

But they carried with them the lessons she gave,

Her sacrifices, the foundation, the brave.

One evening they gathered, their hearts full of grace,

A locket they offered, a smile on her face.

Inside were their pictures, a story in gold,

A tale of a mother whose love was untold.

She held it close, her heart full of light,

For in her children’s success, she saw her own fight.

Her love was the echo, the song that remains,

In the hearts of her children, through joy and through pains.