Mother

In every dawn's embrace, her love does rise,

A beacon of warmth beneath the morning skies.

She weaves her care with threads of grace,

A mother's love, in every gentle embrace.

In laughter's melody, her joy does sing,

A symphony of love in every little thing.

Her smile, a sunbeam in the darkest night,

Guiding us with love, pure and bright.

Through stormy seas and trials untold,

Her love remains steadfast, a hand to hold.

In her embrace, we find solace and peace,

A sanctuary of love that will never cease.

Her sacrifices, silent and profound,

A testament to the love that knows no bound.

With every breath, her love does bloom,

A fragrant garden in life's gloom.

Oh, mother dear, your love divine,

A precious gift, forever mine.

In your embrace, I find my home,

For in your love, I am never alone.

So let us sing praises to mothers dear,

Whose love transcends both far and near.

For in their hearts, the world finds its light,

A mother's love, an eternal delight.