The Gentle Strength of a Mother’s Embrace, Whispering Lullabies in the Night, Guiding Hearts with Endless Grace

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In the quiet of the morning light,
Her gentle hands begin to weave,
Stories of love in every touch,
A tapestry only she can achieve.

Her voice, a melody in the dark,
Singing dreams into the night,
A guardian of hopes and fears,
Turning shadows into soft light.

Her heart, a compass to guide,
Through storms and sunny days,
With every step, she lights the path,
Her wisdom like a gentle blaze.

In her embrace, the world feels whole,
A sanctuary of warmth and grace,
A mother’s love, timeless and true,
An eternal bond, no space to replace.

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