My Mother
Her words, like poetry, painted wisdom on my soul,
Each syllable a brushstroke, making broken pieces whole.
Her laughter, a melody that danced on gentle breeze,
A symphony of warmth and comfort, that put troubled minds at ease.
In the cradle of her embrace, I found solace and release,
For her love was a sanctuary, a haven of endless peace.
How her presence fills the air, with fragrance sweet and rare,
A bouquet of roses in full bloom, with beauty beyond compare.
In her eyes, I saw reflections of the person I could be,
A legacy of love and courage, passed down through history.
So here\'s to you, my dearest mother, for all that you have done,
For raising me with love and care, for being my guiding sun.