My Fashionable Mom in Germany
Mom, you are a garden of grace,
Walking in beauty, in every space.
Germany’s skies may hold their gray,
But your smile turns night into day.
Your style is more than fabric and thread,
It’s the elegance in every word you’ve said.
Scarves and heels, colors that shine,
Yet your heart is the jewel, forever divine.
Your laughter dances through Berlin streets,
A melody of love no one can beat.
Your wisdom wraps me warm like silk,
Stronger than gold, softer than milk.
Fashion fades, but you remain,
A queen in love’s eternal reign.
From Germany’s heart, across the sea,
Mom, you are the world to me.