DreamyVoyage

A mother's love is woven tight, A tapestry of day and night. Each stitch a moment, tender, true, A bond that time cannot undo. Though miles may stretch, and years may fade, Her love remains, in every thread laid. A mother's touch, soft as the air, In every corner, she's always there

Before the dawn of spoken word, Her heartbeat was the sound we heard. Our first home, her gentle chest, In her arms, we found our rest. Through every step, she watched, she prayed, In every stumble, stayed and stayed. A mother's love is where we start, The map that guides our wandering heart.

She stays awake when shadows fall, A guardian, answering every call. Her silent hands, her whispered care, Her love, a presence always there. No medal worn, no crown of gold, But in her arms, warmth never cold. Her quiet strength, her steady grace, A mother's love—no time can erase.

  A mother's heart is a well so deep, Where secrets and sorrows silently sleep. With every tear, she hides her pain, In her love, we find the rain. Her strength, a river, flows so wide, Through every storm, she's at our side. In her embrace, the world is calm, Her touch, forever, a healing balm.