In the quiet fields where whispers roam, A son remembers, beneath the loam. Her voice, a gentle guiding hand, In…
In the quiet moments of dawn, she rises,Her gentle hands crafting the start of day,A silent strength in her loving…
In the quiet morning light, she stands, A beacon of warmth in a world so grand. Her gentle hands weave…
In the quiet of the night, her presence shines, A gentle spirit, guiding with love so divine. Mother Mary, with…
In the gentle dawn of morning light, I see my mother’s tender gaze, Her hands weaving dreams so bright, In…
In the quiet dawn, her whispers bloom, A motherâs love, a gentle plume. Through dreams and hopes, she softly weaves,…
In the soft glow of morning light, Her whispers calm the restless night. A gentle hand, a heart so pure,…
In the silence of forgotten dreams, Where shadows dance with whispered fears, A mother’s love, though fractured, seems To echo…
In shadows where silence dwells, A daughter’s heart quietly swells, Seeking warmth in a cold embrace, Yet finding only empty…
In the cradle of her arms, I found the warmth of the sun. Her gentle whispers in the night, Spoke…