In the garden of life, you are the rose,
With petals of love, in gentle repose.
Your strength is the stem, holding us high,
A beacon of light, in the darkening sky.

Your hands are the roots, firm in the earth,
Nurturing us all, from the moment of birth.
In your eyes, there's a glow, a comforting flame,
A harbor of peace, where I whisper your name.

Through trials and tears, you've always been near,
A fortress of warmth, to conquer each fear.
Your laughter, a melody, sweet and pure,
A song of devotion, forever endures.

With each passing year, I grow more aware,
Of the depth of your love, and the ways that you care.
So here's to you, Mother, my guiding star,
My heart's first home, just as you are.

© faintest_pen