Heart of My World

Oh, my momma, she's the heart of it all,

Through the highs and the lows, she’s there to catch my fall.

In the morning light, she brews that coffee strong,

Whispers of love in every word and song.

With calloused hands, she builds the dreams,

In a world of chaos, she holds the seams.

When the storms rage and the shadows loom,

She lights the way, dispelling the gloom.

Her laughter rings, a melody so sweet,

In her warm embrace, I find my peace.

Momma, oh momma, your love is my shield,

In a garden of struggles, your heart is my field.

With every lesson, I rise and I grow,

Momma, oh momma, forever I’ll know.

Late nights and worries, she whispers my fears,

The sound of her voice can dry all my tears.

With stories of old, her wisdom flows,

In the echo of night, her soft courage glows.

Through the laughter shared and the dreams deferred,

Her gentle spirit speaks without a word.

In every hug, in every shared glance,

She's the reason I believe in second chances.

Momma, oh momma, your love is my shield,

In a garden of struggles, your heart is my field.

With every lesson, I rise and I grow,

Momma, oh momma, forever I’ll know.

So here's to the nights filled with stories untold,

To the strength of her heart and the love that she holds.

As years roll on and seasons will change,

In the fabric of my life, she’s the thread so strange.

Momma, oh momma, your love is my shield,

In a garden of struggles, your heart is my field.

With every lesson, I rise and I grow,

Momma, oh momma, forever I’ll know.

Oh, my momma, she's the heart of it all,

Through the highs and the lows, she’s there to catch my fall.