In the quiet hours of dawn’s embrace, She whispers dreams into the cradle, A gentle hand guiding the symphony, Of…
In the gentle whispers of the night, A mother cradles dreams unseen, Her heart a lantern, burning bright, Guiding souls…
In the cradle of night, where whispers lie, A mother’s shadow lurks beneath the sky. Her touch, once warm, now…
In the gentle breeze, I hear her song, A melody of love that lingers long. Her laughter dances in the…
In the quiet whispers of the night, A gentle lullaby softly sings, Cradling dreams with tender might, As new life…
In the quiet whisper of the morning light, A gentle promise grows day by day, Within, the miracle of life…
In the silent hours of the night, When the world is fast asleep, A motherâs love shines bright, In her…
In the quiet of the night, she weaves her dreams, Sylvia, a mother, in silent screams. Her pen, a sword,…
In the quiet dawn, her lullaby sings, A melody of love, with gentle wings. Her touch, a balm, to soothe…
In the quiet moments, a soft heartbeat Echoes like a lullaby in the night A whisper of life, so tender…