A mother's love is a quiet river flowing
Through struggles and storms she stands firm
Her heart is a home where her daughter grows
Strong with every step she takes
Through sleepless nights and moments of doubt
She holds her child close never letting go
Despite the weight of a love so heavy
She carries the world with gentle hands
Her husband's silence doesn't shake her core
She builds a future where dreams can soar
In her eyes, a promise made to her child
To raise her up strong independent and proud
Through the cracks of pain and the weight of the past
She crafts a world where her daughter can last
A mother's strength is the shield of her love
No challenge too great no battle too tough
With every lesson whispered through tears
She makes sure her daughter knows no fear
And as time passes and the years unfold
She watches her child bloom fearless bold
A life made to be gold
Arising from fire, dust and cold!
Beautiful to be a mother!
A salute to every creator!
Need not be to just a child
But to any creation beautiful and wild!
-- Umasree Raghunath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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