A mother’s love

In the cradle of her warm embrace, love blooms, 
A mother's heart, a haven of tender care,
Her arms, a sanctuary that consumes 
All worries, all fears, all burdens we bear. 

Like a gentle breeze on a summer's day,
Her love whispers softly, calming our soul, 
Guiding us through life's tumultuous fray,
Making broken pieces once again whole. 

Her love, a beacon in the darkest night, 
A light that shines through every storm we face, 
A constant presence, burning ever bright, 
A gift of grace, an endless well of grace. 

No words can truly capture or express 
The depth, the breadth, the beauty of her love, 
A mother's love, a priceless treasure, yes,
 A blessing sent from heaven above. 

Her love, a symphony of joy and pain,
A melody that lingers in our heart, 
Through laughter, tears, through sunshine and rain, 
Her love endures, a masterpiece of art.