My Mother - Poem

 

In the realm of love, a sacred grace,

A gentle soul, a tender embrace,

A mother, a beacon, a guiding star,

Whose love knows no bounds, near or far.

With arms that cradle, and hearts that mend,

Her love, a fortress, that will never end,

A nurturer, a protector, through thick and thin,

She holds our dreams, lets our spirits win.

In her eyes, a warmth that softly glows,

A love that blossoms and eternally flows,

Her touch, a balm that heals our pain,

A sanctuary of love, where we remain.

Through sleepless nights and selfless care,

She lifts us up, always there to share,

A voice of wisdom, a gentle plea,

To help us navigate life's stormy sea.

Her strength, a reservoir, endless and deep,

A constant source of love that we keep,

In her embrace, we find solace and rest,

A sanctuary of love, truly blessed.

From the first breath we take, to the paths we tread,

She walks beside us, her love widespread,

Her sacrifices, a gift beyond compare,

A mother's love, forever rare.

So let us cherish our mothers each day,

In their honor, let gratitude sway,

For they are the embodiment of love's embrace,

The epitome of beauty, strength, and grace.