A Mother's Sacrifice

A mother’s love is fierce and true, A quiet strength in all she’ll do. She gives her all, asks for no praise, Her heart the light in darkest days. She holds your hand, but lets you go, Her dreams are buried in the snow. She whispers softly, “It’s okay,” While she gives up another day. Her hands grow tired, her spirit bends, She wears her love like broken threads. The world may ask, but she won’t take, For every joy, a choice she’ll make. She gives her time, her sleep, her soul, To see you reach your highest goal. In every sacrifice she’s found, A love so deep, it knows no bounds. She wears her worries like a crown, And lifts you up when you fall down. Her life’s a book, its pages torn, But in her heart, you’re always worn. A mother’s love is not just given— It’s built in every sacrifice, unspoken, A life of giving, without a cry, A love that soars, and will not die