Mothers Love

 A Mother's Love

In the hush of dawn, her whispers start,
A mother's love is the purest art.
With tender hands and gentle grace,
She carves a haven, a sacred space.

Her smile, a balm for wounds unseen,
Her words were comfort, soft, and keen.
In every laugh and tear she shares,
A world of love, a world of care.

Through sleepless nights and endless days,
She finds a hundred different ways,
To show a love that knows no end,
A steadfast rock, a constant friend.

Her strength is silent, deep, and vast,
A guiding light, a steady mast.
She nurtures dreams and mends the heart,
In every hug, a work of art.

She listens with an open ear,
Her presence calm, dispels our fear.
In every challenge, big or small,
Her love remains the truest call.

She celebrates our every win,
With joy that lights her from within.
And in our failures, she stands by,
With a hopeful heart and lifted eye.

Her sacrifices, countless, deep,
In every promise, she will keep.
Her wisdom, like a gentle stream,
Flows through our lives, a constant theme.

So here's to mothers, near and far,
Our guiding moon, our brightest star.
In every heart, their love will stay,
A mother's love, come what may.