In the shadows of a house once bright, Lies the echo of a motherâs plight. Her whispers cold, her touch…
In the shadow of whispered words, A chasm grew wide and vast, Beneath the echoes of what was heard, Our…
In the quiet of dawn, her shadow stirs, A gentle whisper of love, softly heard. Her hands, worn with time’s…
In the gentle embrace of your unwavering love, I find solace in the stormiest days, Your lullabies still echo in…
In the gentle folds of dawnâs embrace, Your hands weave warmth, a tender grace. Through whispered lullabies, softly sung, In…
In a gentle light she stands, serene and bright, Mother Mary, guiding through the night. With whispers of comfort, a…
In the gentle whispers of the night, I find the echoes of your lullabies, Mother, with your tender hands, You…
In the quiet dawn, her whispers start, A lullaby woven with threads of gold, Her gentle hands craft the morning…
In gentle whispers of the night, A mother’s love, a guiding light. Through storms and calm, her warmth remains, A…
In the quiet dawn, when the world still sleeps, A gentle touch, a soft voice that speaks. Her arms a…