Mom

A gentle hand, a voice both soft and strong,

A guiding light that shines along the way,

Through childhood fears, where shadows lingered long,

She chased the darkness with the break of day.

A patient ear that listens without end,

A heart that understands before we speak,

A selfless love, a never-failing friend,

The solace that we constantly do seek.

Through scraped-up knees and triumphs big and small,

Her steadfast presence offers sweet release.

She picks us up each time we stumble, fall,

And whispers courage, bringing inner peace.

So let us honor, with a grateful heart,

The precious gift, the motherhood's sweet art.