Mom

In the depths of life's vast tapestry,
Where love's tendrils intertwine,
There blooms a wondrous entity,
A treasure so divine.

Oh, let me speak of a sacred bond,
Of a poem held within each chest,
For every heartbeat, a tale beyond,
That only a mother knows best.

She is the keeper of life's cuisine,
Nourishing souls, body, and heart,
Her love dances in every scene,
A symphony, a work of art.

With hands that wipe away our tears,
And arms that offer sweet embrace,
Her presence banishes all fears,
In her warmth, we find solace and grace.

Her eyes, deep pools of infinite care,
That see beyond our surface veils,
She breathes life into the silent air,
With whispers of love that never fails.

In her embrace, we find a fortress,
A sanctuary from life's cruel storm,
Her words, like satin, gently caress,
Guiding us to a life transformed.

Through tender moments shared and kept,
Memories woven in every thread,
She molds our souls when she adept,
Molding dreams with love, unsaid.

For all the sleepless nights she spent,
Cradling us with her tender might,
She is the sun when darkness is sent,
A beacon in the darkest night.

Oh, the strength she carries within,
An unyielding force that never tires,
Through joys and sorrows, thick and thin,
Her love, a flame that never expires.

A poem for her, a love so true,
Words floating on a timeless stream,
For the gift of her, we honor, we do,
A muse that makes our spirits gleam.

Unconditional, a love so deep,
An ode to the one who gave us birth,
A poem for her, forever to keep,
Our mom, the essence of pure worth