MOM
In her hug, love's delicate demulcent,
A post solid, her mitigating quiet.
With delicate touch and directing hand,
She shapes our reality, an undaunted stand.
Her chuckling sings, such as morning dew,
Her insight sparkles, perpetually evident.
In each grin, a universe unfurls,
Her adoration, a story won't ever tell.
Through blustery oceans and haziest evening,
Her reference point directs, a directing light.
In her glow, we view as our home,
A safe-haven, where hearts meander.
Goodness, mother dear, a gift divine,
Your affection, a never-ending hallowed place.
In each second, you're our melody,
Perpetually treasured, areas of strength for everlastingly.
