In the tapestry of life, a mother’s role,
A journey of love, an uncharted stroll.
With eyes that sparkle, reflecting grace,
She embraces challenges, in every embrace.In the quiet dawn and the restless night,
She weaves dreams, her heart taking flight.
A lullaby whispered, a comforting hum,
In the chaos of life, a tranquil drum.Oh, being a mother, a noble art,
A masterpiece painted from the heart.
With hands that toil, with love that’s pure,
Her sacrifices, an endless allure.Through sleepless nights and endless days,
In tender moments and heartfelt gazes.
She nurtures, she guides, a beacon bright,
In the darkest storms, a guiding light.Her laughter echoes, a melodious chime,
A symphony played through the sands of time.
In the silent tears and joyous cries,
A mother’s love, never denies.Tiny hands that grasp, a bond untold,
A story of love, forever unfolds.
In scraped knees and whispered prayers,
A mother’s love, eternally flairs.Through life’s dance, a graceful spin,
She molds the clay, her children within.
With every heartbeat, a mother’s song,
In the chords of love, she’ll forever belong.So here’s to the mothers, the unsung heroes,
In life’s grand tapestry, their love bestows.
A symphony of sacrifice, an ode so true,
Being a mother, a journey anew.
