Mothers Lullaby

Wrapped in the warmth of morning sun, when stars still twinkle, A mother’s love blooms, unwavering and eternal. Her heart, a sanctuary for dreams and fears, Guides her child through laughter, through tears.
Unconditional, like the sun’s warm embrace, She weaves love into every smile on their face. Her touch, gentle as petals kissed by dew, Whispers, “You’re cherished, my love for you.”
Through sleepless nights and weary days, She carries burdens, dances life’s intricate ballet. Her strength, a fortress against life’s storm, A lighthouse guiding her child to safe shores.
A mother’s job? It knows no bounds, From scraped knees to whispered bedtime sounds. She’s chef, counselor, storyteller, and friend, Her love, the compass that never bends.
And when shadows lengthen, and time slips away, Her legacy remains—every epic moment of love’s display. For most of all, a mother is forever true, To you, dear mom, with all my heart, I say, “I love you.”