Mother

 In the embrace of a tender heart's grace,

A love unparalleled, a guiding light's trace.

She stands like a fortress, unwavering and true,

A mother's love, forever shining through.

With arms that cradle, comfort, and protect,

Her soothing words, a balm to every defect.

In joys and sorrows, she's a steadfast friend,

Through trials and triumphs, until the end.

Her wisdom blooms like flowers in the spring,

A nurturing touch that mends each broken wing.

She sacrifices, without a second thought,

For her child's happiness, all battles fought.

Her laughter, like music, fills the air,

A symphony of love, a melody so rare.

Her smile, a beacon, a radiant sun,

Brightening our days, when darkness has begun.

In every step, she's there to hold our hand,

To guide us through life's twists and turns, unplanned.

Her love's a masterpiece, a work of art,

A mother's grace, forever etched in heart.