To The Heart That Never Rests

In the dawn's first light, she rises anew,

With endless love, she sees us through.

Her hands are gentle, her touch is kind,

In her embrace, our heart entwine.

She wears a crown of unseen gold,

With stories of love and strength untold.

Through busy days, and sleepless nights,

She is our beacon, a guiding light.

I watch her toil, year after year,

A silent hero, with grace and cheer.

She carries the world with such great ease,

Yet finds us time to grant us peace.

As the eldest, I see her dreams,

In every sacrifice, and in every scheme.

I strive to make her proud with every word I say,

In every little word, and in each day.

Dear Mother, on this very special day,

These are the words I wish to say:

Thank you for the life you've made,

For every hug, for every aid.