A Mother’s Love
Through every laughter, every tear,
Her warmth is always near,
A mother’s love, pure and true,
Embodies every hue.
Her gentle touch, her soothing voice,
In her comfort, we rejoice,
A steadfast ship in stormy seas,
Her love’s the gentlest breeze.
She guides with silent strength and grace,
Her wisdom time cannot erase,
To her, we owe our deepest thanks,
Her love outshines all ranks.
Guiding Light
Mother, your light guides our way,
Turning night skies into day,
Shining brightly without rest,
In your love, we are blessed.
Ever patient, ever kind,
A more selfless love we’ll never find.
Though life’s storms may twist and turn,
From your wisdom, we learn.
As the years continue on,
The bond we share forever strong,
In every heart, you've sown a light,
A tapestry of love so bright.
Mother's Hands
Mother's hands, the cradle of life,
Shielding us from strife,
Tenderly they guide and hold,
Story of love, silently told.
In her grasp, we learn and grow,
As through life’s fields, we sow,
With every touch, a lesson shared,
In her hands, our lives are cared.
For within those hands rests peace,
And unconditional love's release,
Gratitude for her hands’ embrace,
Within them, our hearts find place.
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