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In the heart of the home, a gentle light glows,
A beacon of love that forever grows.
She's the whisper of leaves on a summer's breeze,
The kiss of the sun through the canopy of trees.
With hands that weave comfort, soft as a sigh,
She stitches the moments as time trickles by.
Her laughter, a melody played in the air,
Fills the rooms with a music so rare.
In her eyes, you'll find the stars' gentle gleam,
A harbor of dreams, an endless stream.
She's the dance of the firefly in twilight's embrace,
The tender touch of morning's first grace.
A mother, a giver, a compass, a guide,
Through storms and through calm, she's always beside.
Her wisdom, a lighthouse when seas turn rough,
Her strength, an anchor when winds blow tough.
In the quiet of night, when the world's hushed and still,
Her presence is peace, her love is the thrill.
For the gift of a mother, so gentle, so bold,
Is a story of love that never grows old.
May this poem reflect the beauty and strength of Mothers everywhere. 🌻🌹
~ €mpêråtrïzV
~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 10 May 2024 - All Rights Reserved
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