Mothers

In the cradle of love, a mother's song,
Her lullaby sweet, all troubles be gone.
Guiding hand, a comforting embrace,
Unseen strength, a pillar of grace.

Through sleepless nights and daylight's glow,
Her nurturing touch, a constant flow.
In every smile, her reflection gleams,
A symphony of love in tender streams.

From scraped knees to dreams untold,
She weaves a tale of warmth and bold.
With hands that mend and hearts that bind,
A mother's love, a treasure to find.

In laughter's echo and tears that fall,
Her love endures, steadfast through all.
A beacon bright in life's stormy weather,
A mother's love, an eternal tether.