In the gentle fold of her worn hands, Lies the warmth of countless stories told, Whispers of time, like soft…
In the gentle morning light she stands, Her voice a soothing lullaby to hear, Guiding us through life’s vast, open…
In the quiet whispers of dawn’s embrace, Lies the strength of a thousand storms, Her hands weave magic in the…
In the quiet whispers of the night, Her gentle touch soothes away the fright, A beacon of warmth, her love…
In silent whispers of the dawn, A mother’s love, forever drawn. Soft lullabies in moonlit glow, Her warmth, a light…
In the quiet of the kitchen’s hum, Her hands held stories yet unsung, Through gentle motions, love was spun, A…
In the dawn’s quiet whisper, her love unfolds, A tapestry of warmth, woven with care, Her gentle hands shape the…
In the quiet dawn, her whispers start, A lullaby to calm my restless heart. Her gentle hands, with strength untold,…
In the quiet of the morning light, Her gentle hands weave dreams anew, Through whispered words, she guides my flight,…
In the quiet dawn, her whispers stir Gentle as the morning breeze, they twirl A tender touch upon the heart,…