In the realm of stars and dreams,
A miracle unfolds, or so it seems.
A tale of strength, a beacon of light,
My miracle mother, in whom all is right.Her eyes, like galaxies, shimmer with love,
Reflecting constellations from realms above.
A nurturer, a guide, in life’s grand ballet,
She pirouettes through challenges, come what may.In the tapestry of time, her threads entwine,
A masterpiece woven, a love so divine.
She paints with hues of courage and care,
A portrait of resilience, beyond comparison.Through the storms and the calm, she sails,
Her spirit is unwavering, as love never fails.
In the garden of life, she’s a blooming flower,
Each petal is a testament to her steadfast power.Miracle mother, in your arms, I find,
A sanctuary, a haven, so warm and kind.
Your laughter, a melody, echoes in my soul,
In your embrace, life finds its console.With hands that sculpt dreams from the clay,
You taught me to dance, to find my own way.
In the book of my life, your chapters are gold,
A story of love, gracefully told.You’re the sunrise after the darkest night,
Guiding me through shadows, towards the light.
In your gaze, miracles come to life,
A symphony of grace, amidst joy and strife.Oh, miracle mother, a celestial embrace,
In your love, I find solace and grace.
Through the ebb and flow of life’s grand sea,
You’re the anchor, the miracle that nurtures me.
