🌹 Mother

Her hands are gentle, soft as dew,
Her heart is pure, forever true.
She is the song the angels sing,
The shade in summer, the warmth in spring.

Her eyes are stars that light my night,
Her voice, a flame that makes me bright.
In every tear, in every smile,
She walks with me through every mile.

O Mother dear, no gift, no art,
Can match the love within your heart.
You are the root, the soul, the flame—
Life’s sweetest word, its holiest name.