A Mother
In the cradle of her arms, love unfurls,
A mother's touch, where warmth swirls.
A lullaby, a soothing embrace,
She paints life's canvas with grace.
Through sleepless nights and daylight's glow,
Her strength, a river that continues to flow.
Tender whispers, a comforting song,
In her love, we all truly belong.
A beacon in storms, a guiding light,
She weaves dreams in the quiet of night.
Her laughter, a melody, pure and sweet,
A symphony of love that can't be beat.
In sacrifices made, a silent art,
A mother's love, a masterpiece from the heart.
With hands that heal and words that mend,
Her love, an unbroken thread without end.
