Whispers of Love
The Quiet Strength of a Mother’s Heart
In the hush of morning’s glow,
A frail heart stirs, a truth to show.
Her soul, a quiet song of grace,
Whispers softly through time and space.
An angel’s touch, so soft, unseen,
She cradles life, both pure and keen.
In her embrace, the world takes form,
A love that heals, a love that warms.
She suckles life with tender care,
Filling hearts with hopes and prayer.
Each breath she takes, a gentle plea,
To nurture all, to set them free.
Her hands, though worn, still softly glide,
A mother’s strength she cannot hide.
Through every trial, through every tear,
Her love remains, a light so clear.
The years may pass, the world may turn,
But in her eyes, a fire will burn.
A truth, unspoken, deep and still,
A bond that time cannot distill.
For in her heart, the universe sways,
A mother’s love, beyond all praise.
Her truth is frail, yet holds the sky—
A love so vast, it will not die.
Through every ache, through every sigh,
She lives the truth that never lies.
About the Creator
Daniella
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶3 days ago in Petlife
Comments (2)
"A bond that time cannot distill." - So beautifully written, Daniella! Thanks for sharing~
I love the whispers of love whispers! Amazing work