A Mother's Love: A Poem of Gratitude! Strength! and Unwavering! Devotion

 A Mother's Love


In the quiet dawn of a springtime morn,
A child was born, the world reborn.
A mother’s heart, so full and bright,
Held her baby close, in soft moonlight.


Her hands, so gentle, caressed the face,
Of the little one, in her embrace.
Her love, a fire, so warm, so true,
A love that only a mother knew.


Through sleepless nights and endless days,
She gave her all in countless ways.
She wiped the tears, she calmed the fears,
She held her child through the years.


A mother’s love, a sacred song,
It grows with time, it lasts so long.
Through every struggle, every joy,
She shapes her child, her pride, her joy.


In every step, through every fall,
She’s there to catch them, stand so tall.
Her voice, a whisper of sweet grace,
Her smile, a beacon, a loving face.


Through scraped knees and broken dreams,
She is the one who always beams.
Her strength is quiet, but so profound,
A steady anchor, always around.


As the child grows, so does the bond,
A love that stretches far beyond.
From first steps to first heartbreak,
A mother’s love is never fake.


Through teenage years, when storms arise,
She sees the world through wiser eyes.
She guides, she teaches, she knows the way,
Her heart a compass, come what may.


And when the years begin to show,
And gray hairs start to gently grow,
Her love, though aged, remains the same,
A steady light, a constant flame.


Now, as a woman stands with pride,
Her mother’s love still by her side,
She sees the strength that shaped her soul,
The quiet power that made her whole.


For all the mothers, near and far,
Your love is brighter than any star.
You are the roots that keep us strong,
The song of life, the sweetest song.


On this day, we honor you,
For all the love you always knew.
With every hug, with every kiss,
You are the heart of all our bliss.


So here’s to mothers, both near and wide,
Whose love is a river, never to hide.
Your sacrifice, your joy, your grace,
Are treasures no one can replace.


A mother’s love, so pure, so true,
It’s in the heart, in all we do.
So on this day, we lift our voice,
To honor you, our heart’s true choice.


Thank you, dear mothers, for all you give,
In your love, we learn to live.
For your strength, your care, your endless grace,
You are our home, our sacred place.


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