Where love's embrace holds true,
A mother's strength emerges, radiant and anew.
With tender heart, she weaves a tapestry of care,
Her every action shaped by love beyond compare.

When dawn unveils its golden hue,
She rises, eager for the day, her purpose in view.
Her footsteps mark a path of selfless devotion,
Guided by the flicker of maternal emotion.

In weary moments, when shadows cast their weight,
She finds solace, drawing strength from fate.
For her children's dreams, she summons resilience,
With unyielding spirit, she conquers every hindrance.

In sleepless nights, when darkness lingers near,
She cradles her little ones, hushing every fear.
With gentle touch, she lulls them into dreams,
A haven of tranquility where their hearts gleam.

Through tears and laughter, trials and delight,
She walks beside them, a beacon shining bright.
With unwavering faith, she uplifts their souls,
Fanning the flames of their dreams and goals.

She is the architect of their heartfelt joys,
Mending broken wings, soothing youthful ploys.
In whispered prayers, she carries their hopes high,
Nurturing dreams, teaching them to reach the sky.

From morning's first embrace to twilight's tender kiss,
Her love encircles, an eternal maternal bliss.
She's the guardian of their innocence, steadfast and true,
A love so profound, only a mother would construe.

For every milestone reached, she stands in awe,
Her heart, a vessel overflowing with love's grandeur.
For in every breath she takes, they're intertwined,
A bond eternal, etched in the tapestry of time.

So let us sing her praises, honor her grace,
For her love illuminates each and every space.
When everything she does is for her kids alone,
In her strength, determination, and love, we're shown.





© Peta-Gay Powell