In the quiet whispers of the night, A mother holds her daughter tight, Weaving tales of love and grace, In…
In the quiet moments of the night, I hear your gentle voice, a whisper so light. Guiding me through shadows,…
In the cradle of her arms, I found my start, With whispered tales and lullabies, she warmed my heart. Her…
In the quiet corners of my heart, she dwells, With hands that weave stories, no book can tell. Her eyes,…