In the cradle of night, where whispers lie, A mother’s shadow lurks beneath the sky. Her touch, once warm, now…
In the quiet corners of our home, Where laughter echoes and shadows roam, We find a place where time stands…
In the quiet hours of dawn, When dreams still dance in sleepy eyes, They rise with silent, steadfast grace, To…
In the quiet of the night, they stand, Guardians of dreams, with gentle hands. Whispering hopes in the moonlit air,…
In the gentle hush of morning’s glow, Her laughter dances, soft and low. A breeze that whispers through the trees,…
In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze, Her voice echoes softly, bringing me ease. A guiding light in the…
My Mom: The Light that Guides, The Strength that Holds, The Heart that Loves, The Soul that Inspires
In the dawn’s gentle embrace, Her whispers shape my dreams, Guiding me with tender grace, Her love like flowing streams.…
In the morning light, she dances with grace, Her laughter echoes in the gentle breeze, A heart so pure, a…
In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze, Her love unfolds like petals of the rose, Each touch a soothing…
In the quiet of a snowy morn, Where dreams of starlight softly play, The world adorned in festive hue, A…