By Anjali Malodiya
In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light, A mother’s love takes gentle flight. Her touch, a whisper, soft and true, A shield of strength for all we do.
Her arms, a cradle, warm and tight, Her heart, a beacon through the night. With every step, her silent cheer, She casts away our deepest fear.
In every sacrifice, she weaves A tapestry of hopes and dreams. With sleepless nights and endless days, Her love, a constant, guiding blaze.
She gives her all, her very soul, To see us reach each cherished goal. Her dreams she sets upon the shelf, To nurture ours, forget herself.
Through trials fierce and moments dire, Her faith in us will never tire. She lifts us high when we are low, With every kiss, her love bestows.
Her strength unseen, yet ever near, A whispered word, a tender tear. Her courage, silent, yet so vast, A legacy that’s meant to last.
In every smile and tear we share, Her essence lingers in the air. A mother’s love, a boundless sea, An endless source of bravery.
So here’s to mothers, near and far, Our guiding light, our northern star. Their love, a gift that never ends, Our first and most enduring friends.
By Anjali Malodiya
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