A gentle hand, a whispered sigh,
A love that reaches for the sky.
From tiny steps to grown-up fears,
She gathers strength and dries our tears.
A constant star, a guiding light,
Through darkest days and lonely night.
A patient heart, a listening ear,
She calms the storm and holds us near.
With tender words and soft embrace,
She builds a safe and loving space.
A silent strength, a quiet grace,
Reflected in her smiling face.
Through years that pass, and seasons turn,
Her love, a flame, will always burn.
A mother's bond, a precious art,
Forever etched within the heart.
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