My mama

A mother’s love is soft yet strong, A place of warmth where we belong. It's in the quiet, gentle touch, A hand that soothes, a heart that trusts. It cradles us in darkest night, A beacon bold, a constant light. In whispered words, it gives us wings, Unfailing love, in little things. Through every tear and every smile, She walks with us each precious mile. Her love, like roots, runs deep and true, A boundless gift, forever new. No gift as pure, no heart so vast, A mother's love, a love that lasts. Through all of time, in every way, A mother’s love is here to stay.