A Mother’s Love

Her love is  shelter in life’s storm,
A quiet place, gentle and warm.
In every sacrifice, she’s there,
With a tender heart beyond compare.

Her hands, so strong yet soft and kind,
Shape dreams and fears in childlike minds.
She lifts us up when hope is low,
And teaches us the love to grow.

In you, I found my first embrace,
A haven in the sweetest place.
You gave me life, my start, my breath,
A bond that time can’t lay to rest.

Your voice was music soft and clear,
A lullaby I’d always hear.
And as I grow and learn to roam,
Your love will be my guiding home.
Through days and nights, her hands have worked,
In hidden ways, love’s duty lurked.
From meals to mending, words unsaid,
Each touch was more than daily bread.

Her hands built worlds, each layer a shield,
Through love and strength, her power revealed.
For in her grasp was life itself,
A love beyond all fame and wealth.

Mother, you are the beating heart,
The steady rhythm from the start.
Your love’s a river, deep and wide,
An endless flow, a timeless tide.

You gave me strength to face the world,
And courage from your heart unfurled.
Forever will I stand in awe,
Of the love that made me who I am.