Tuesday, February 25, 2025
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In a garden where the soft winds play,
There blooms a flower, brightening the day.
With petals of kindness and roots of grace,
My mother, an angel, in this earthly place.
Her laughter, a melody, sweet and clear,
Bringing warmth to the heart, chasing away fear.
With hands that nurture and a heart that sees,
She weaves love's tapestry with effortless ease.
Through trials and storms, she stands so tall,
A beacon of hope, a shelter for all.
Her wisdom, a river that flows ever free,
Guiding us gently, like waves in the sea.
In her humble embrace, the world feels right,
A guardian of dreams, a source of light.
With every soft whisper, every tender touch,
She teaches us all what it means to love much.
So here's to my mother, so precious and dear,
An angel in disguise, forever near.
With gratitude boundless, I celebrate you,
For all that you are and all that you do.
